[hr][color=goldenrod][h3]Memoirs from an Alien Planet. Day 8, 30 minutes after first contact.[/h3][/color][sup]
"Virgins always survive horror flicks." -- Claire 'Butch' Laurent (([@Noxious]))[/sup]

[b]"Butch, K-Ton, PDM's. Make them count,"[/b] K-Ton vaguely heard over the comms. Their current response was automatic- bounding overwatch back to a more defensible position. K-Ton and the rest of his fireteam had the great honor and responsibility of being the lucky fuckers to hold the rear as everyone got a several meter lead on them. If he wasn't so busy gasping for breath and sucking water, he would've made a snarky remark about them 'always getting to do all the [i]fun[/i] stuff'. Regardless, he haphazardly pulled PDM's out of his vest and tossed them into the jungle behind him, making sure not to accidentally hit trees or overlap with the others as much as possible. 

[color=silver]"And Danny the bait survives, guess he is a virgin."[/color] laughed Butch as they got their way to the contact point and threw themselves into whatever cover they could find. K-Ton sunk to his ass at the base of a tree, his free hand clutching at the fabric around the base of his neck and rapidly pulling on it- in an attempt to stimulate airflow.

[color=goldenrod]"I dunno if you noticed Butch, but I think the lot of us were bait."[/color] K-Ton yelled as he tried to make himself heard over the roar of the A-10s. He'd go kiss the A-10 Operators once they got back, god bless their trigger fingers. They had little form of respit as within moments the Salvesh were upon them and the fight began again in earnest.

[color=goldenrod]"Goddam these guys are fast![/color] K-Ton remarked loudly as he pulled out his M32 and leveled it towards the enemy. He was about to start firing when he heard the second squad leader call out a sniper team to their 3 O'Clock. Snipers were never any good- and K-Ton made a point of despising snipers- unless they were on his side. Quickly scanning the direction Hedberg called out, K-Ton spotted them, a small quartet of Salvesh scurrying along the treeline- two of them holding oversized rifle-like weapons. 

Readjusting his aim, K-Ton paused to switch his M32 to an airburst tube. Gauging distance and heading, he pulled the trigger once, then twice. There tell-tale [i]Thwump! Thwump![/i] of his weapon and the slight rocking of his shoulders as he fired. Moments later the air around the Salvesh sniper team exploded in razor fragments and concussive force.