It was like a conspiracy, dewd.

The whips knocked her down, to which quickly recovered with a wince of pain. No augments, all human flesh - she was perfect.

The fuckery that was going on with her perfect pale skin pissed her off, the gloopage did not gloop correctly according to Dr. Hunter Powell which caused her to feel... PAIN, the terrible kind. The bitch winced in such a way, a cringe worthyone but before she could air her grievances to the squids, robots and freeks of the platoon all hell broke loose - almost literally. The swamp, the big ass mother fucker with a skull showed up to ruin the party if you could even call it one. Talk about a fuck you, talk about a total cluster fuck - she wanted the other mission, the one where they didn't go to this little space ship in the sky.

Sighhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Time to lock and load.

Shouldering that head popper, she opened fire just like her squad leader told her to (is she following orders now???) as the caseless rounds spit out at speeds not comprehensible to the small squishy Kleo like brain kept in that kinder egg surprise of a skull of hers. She had lethal aim, one intent on putting down the giant skullbug before her. Could she do it, Would the power of friendship prevail or would they all end up dead floating in space?

Atleast, they'd be dead.