"Listen up, you dumb apes!" Drake barked. He meant it in the most affectionate way possible. "We've just gotten word from the Autumn. We're hitting the hive at 1800 hours. We are to kill anything that moves, crawls, or spits acid, and then haul ass out before they fire the ship-mounted magnetic accelerator cannons. The base-- and probably a good chunk of this rock-- will be blown to hell. Those who fall behind are left behind. Am I clear?"
