[b]Shadow Eternity Commandos, Siberian Neo-Umbrella Facility[/b]

"Aim for the big guys' mouths!" shouted Private Marko over the roar of battle. Though an Ogroman's normal defense of its weakpoint would be to simply [i]close its mouth,[/i] concentrated fire on it had graphically reduced its jaw to pulverized gristle. Thanking his lucky stars for the brass's decision to include an explosive measure for larger targets, Marko fired off five more rounds into the Ogroman's raw fleshy orifice. With an unpleasant noise sounding rather like a man trying to scream through a mouthful of milk and ground beef, the Ogroman was felled a mere two yards from Marko's feet. As the beast's corpse vaporized itself, Marko found himself glad that his standard-issue gas mask's air filters still worked. Judging by the way they looked, Marko guessed they didn't smell too good when they [i]popped[/i] like that. The other two members of his squad, Privates Bubonicus and Horak, didn't look nearly as bothered by the Ogroman's dissolving; in fact, Horak appeared to be licking his... whatever the hell you call a hunk of wood's lips!
"Would ya quit transmitting that slurping thing you keep doing, Knothole?" Marko complained, holding down a mouthful of bile.
"Nnnot my fffault... too mmmuch [i]mmmmmeat![/i]" Horak replied, with an air of indignation previously thought impossible for something with so little taste.

Elsewhere, around the west side of the facility, Squad Eta was caught up in a fierce battle between a large pack of ten Lickers. Since Private Neger had been downed, the squad was down to two members: Privates Escherichia-Coli #644 and Appule Manbaran. The two aliens were forced to fight back to back, as the Lickers circled them, waiting for an opening. "Hey, Doc," Escherichia whispered into his comms, "wanna see a trick I learned back with the Furon Navy?" His engorged temples pulsing with a foggy light, Escherichia telekinetically lifted the largest of the Licker pack and swept it through the rest of its cohorts. Growling and scratching, what Lickers that weren't knocked over instinctually retaliated against the large one's "attack", reducing it to ribbons by the time it knocked into the last Licker. Appule Manbaran, seeing a golden opportunity, opened fire on the stunned Lickers. Withering under a barrage of explosive shots, seven of the beasts were destroyed.

The last two Lickers, gone berserk from the loss of its pack, pounced on Escherichia and knocked him over. Their horrid teeth scratched and rended Escherichia's armor and carved a deep gash down his massive cranium, as their hefty bulk knocked the wind out of him. Thinking quickly, Appule managed to level two shots right in the Lickers' exposed brains, ending them before they could end Escherichia. "We need a medic!" shouted Appule, reloading his Lawbreaker and sweeping the area. There didn't seem to be any hostiles directly targeting them, but in this chaotic battlefield, nothing was sure.