"Hell, I don't like it either, making men out of little girls like all of you. We're a bit short on choices. The whole surface is fucked up." Said the commander, before the sound of gunshots were heard, followed by a man screaming.

A look of frustrated confusion came over the commanders face.

"What the hell?" He said, turning in the direction of those noises: the door opposite the one we came in. 

I was frozen, saying nothing, not willing to even flinch. It was too much, that we would be drafted, the sounds of gunshots. And I knew something was about to break through that door any minute. Something or someone than could kill me.

And just like I predicted, the door blew off its hinges, and in walked a metal...organic thing. It walked on four robotic spider legs which, while metalic, ratained a disgusting bug like appearance somehow. The torso of a slim man led up from there to arms with weapons at the ends. One some kind of gun, attached crudely to its organic arms, and the other armed looked like it had a chainsaw. Tubes ran out of thiz creatures back to its shoulders. And the face, it didn't look human. It seemed mutilated, mishapen, gritting itz teeth unable to close its mouth. 

It charged ahead at once, followed by other disgusting things just like it. The room exploded into gunfire. The mercs, firing on the cyborg monsters, seemed to need entire clips of ammo just to take one down. Their armor held up well, but the commander was not armored, but began shooting with his pistol, as if that could hurt one of these.

Knowing I had to do something, I dove behind the desk near to my right, panting with fear of being shot. What the fuck was happening? These things....how can they exist?