“They’ve just landed at the first Alien camp. Looks like they’re talking. Standby…” Ezra mumbled, staring through his rifle scope. Without blinking, he clicked the uplink button which could stream the sight’s viewport onto Mallory’s command interface.

The mercenary had been outside for nearly three straight days now without complaint. He’d made a sheltered foxhole under a charred bush but it wasn’t particularly warm in the evenings. At least no rain had fallen yet. Ezra didn’t even know if it could rain on this planet.

“They’re approaching the shuttle bay. One of them looks different, like giant lizard in robe. We need people at the barricade, its not going to hold this big boy.”

Ezra was used to holding fire by now. The creatures fortunately had not made any sudden moves thus far. Nevertheless, his rifle sight bored into the back of Gar’Tan’s head.

After a little while, he saw Itxaro emerge, and then Vigdis.

“What is happening down there?” Ezra asked over comms.