(Short post from the Gunnery Sergeant's POV who was killed by the sniper)

The crowds were building up and supplies were diminishing, perfect combination for a shot storm. There was already a fight between one of the Scythian's loading crew and a man who was getting a little too aggressive. Anymore outbreaks like that and the whole landing area would go up in flames. 

"Hey gunny what the hell are we supposed to tell these people when we run out of food?" 

The Gunnery Sergeant looked at the marine for a moment. "We'll leave that up the the Scythians officers." He replied pointing to the second in command who had came down to the cargo bay to help with the supplies distribution. 

Almost the second the words left the gunny's mouth a shot rang out and one of the ramps burst into flames. 'Shit' he thought to himself before looking to his men who were looking around flustered, "Get your asses in gear and get these fucking crew members out of here!" He looked around for the second in command he saw earlier and after a moment of searching saw him looking around at the chaos. The gunny pushed and punched his way through the crowd until he was only feet away from the second in command. 

"Lieutenant!" He called as he approached extending an arm to cover him. *SPLAT* 
The force of the bullets impact sent the marine a few steps forward knocking into the lieutenant. He looked in shock at the lieutenant, there was blood sprayed onto his cleanly pressed uniform. The gunny felt no pain, only like he was getting light headed. He reached and touched his neck and when he looked at his hand it was covered in blood, he tried to say something to the lieutenant but only a gurgling sound came out. He first fell to his knees and then after giving one last gurgling attempt to speak he collapsed into a pool of blood.