[color=palegreen]”They grow up so fast”[/color] Drono said as he hunkered behind cover. He was nowhere prepared to handle snipers now that his little deathball was gone. [color=palegreen]”It's like It was yesterday I cobbled her together. And now she has bloomed into a gorgeous ball of death and fire.”[/color] He watched the other move in the cover of smoke and tactical, suppressing bursts of gunfire. He was, of course, saying all this over the comradio. The idea of radio discipline was tossed out the window he had sent his insane contraption down the tunnel. Not that the concept had ever really appealed to him. What was a brawl without some braggadocio. He moved, always making sure to keep another team mate between him and the snipers. He had done his part and then some as far as he was concerned.


[color=palegreen]”If we survive this. I am signing us all up for therapy.”[/color] He continued his ramblings as he saw another sniper fall. [color=palegreen]”Becouse I am pretty sure we are all gonna have claustrophobia after today little mining expedition” [color=palegreen] He moved, ducking low and ducked behind a rock outcrop just in time to avoid being shot by the lone remaining sniper. 

[color=palegreen]”FOUND THE SNIPE-.”[/color] He began only for the last sniper to fall. "Never mind then..."[/color]
 He said noticably relieved at not being shot at anymore. He got up and dusted off. [color=palegreen]"I vote we take a mission on a nice, dry, desert planet next. One where the inhabitants are friendly and less likely tear wear heavy shields and more likely to wear... Well nothing at all really."[/color]