Alpha Down, Nighttime

Sanderson's Pelican landed about 1/2 a mile south of Alpha base as Pelican 2 went and landed on the North side. As the soldiers unloaded, they began to march on foot towards the base. The Pelican's engines roared as it departed to a standby altitude. The perimeter is clear, but I wonder about the interior. She halted her part of the platoon. "Sergeant Crowe, do you copy? We've landed and are approaching the base. What's your status, over?"

-He left Kaminari in his seat, as well as his pack of spare rockets. After landing the standard 1/2 mile from the site his forces, his Light Brigade and the two squads accompanying him moved out. BR-55's, M90's, M91's and dual M7 Caseless SMG's scanned the darkness, the group activating their helmet-mounted external lights to provide allumination. It was still raining, but only lightly now, though the wind hadn't died down.-

-Crowe instructed the entirety of his combined force to pan out, spreading from one large group to subgroups of 5, a medic assigned to each group in case things got hot. He let the targetting reticle in the center of his HUD pan across the surroundings, locking on the steady glow from the lights of Alpha base. They began to double-time it to the base, eating up the distance between them and their mission objective. He holstered his right SMG, bringing his gloved hand to his helmet.-

"We touched down and are enroute to Alpha as we speak, maybe another minute, two at tops."

Sanderson's squad of seven arrived at the base's south entrance. She puched in the accsess code for the door and it slowly opened. A dank stench of death poured out. The squad backed up a bit, trying to avoid the smell that even made it past the helmets' air purifiers. Sanderson peeked around the corner. Several corpses lay in the corridor. She saw a few moving, and much blood stained the walls. She ordered the squad to move in.
They did so reluctantly. She had them check every room and corridor. Many were wounded severely, and some dead. "Sergreant Crowe, come in. We've entered the base. We got lots of wounded and dead, so get in here with those medics, over."

Whatever it was, it wasn't blue.

"Ma'am, you think that sides a mess...the entire base is a slaughter-house...there are wounded though...far more wounded then dead...I don't think it was Blues.."

-They'd entered the Northern Entrance of the base only a quarter of a minute after Sanderson and her squad had entered the South. The medics were already treating the wounded as best they could. Blood, limbs, and dead were everywhere, the wounded either screaming in agony or screaming in horror, reliving whatever hell took place here. Crowe just dropped to his knees and said a prayer for the survivors.-

Sanderson heard something from command over her headset and relayed it to Crowe.
"Sergeant, command wants you to leave the medics and 4 soldiers here. We need to get the rest back to base and have them ready for tomorrow night. We're pulling out. Meet you at Iota, over."
Sanderson selected a few soldiers to guard the medics and stay at the base as the rest exited the base back onto the Pelican. Whatever it was, it'd have to wait. A more important even would soon occur.

"Understood ma'am. Crowe out."

-He signaled to his soldiers, his Light Brigade and the two squads added. He ordered the medics to remain behind and continue to help the wounded. Two soldiers would go to Macerr in a Hog should any still exist in the garage. The medics would need extra equipment, more supplies if they were going to help clean up this mess. Two more soldiers were to stay and protect the Medics until the soldiers from Macerr returned. Pvt. 1st Class Hartfeld would stay behind with his M90, a soldier from the 2nd squad remaining with a BR-55. The two soldiers headed to Macerr were also equipped with BR-55's. They'd keep in constant contact with Crowe in case anything happened. He wasn't going to lose anyone this soon into the campaign.-

-Crowe and the remaining soldiers of his group and the other 2 groups moved out, back to their Pelican. He gave one last scan of the area, swinging his M7 Caseless SMG's back and forth before boarding the Pelican last. He strapped in, saying one more prayer to the poor souls who had been lost this night as the Light Brigade rose into the sky.-

As Sanderson arrived back at Red Base Iota, a message popped up. She got off the Pelican and went back to her quarters, where she viewed it.

Fuck.

Sanderson left her quarters and went to meet the new corporal in the Assembly Hall. As she arrived, multiple other officers were meeting with theirs. She noticed one by himself in one of the front rows. She walked in front of him.

"Are you Corporal Jacobs?"

The corporal immediatly stood at attention and saluted. "Yes ma'am. I am Corporal Christopher Jacobs, Advanced Marksman."

Sanderson saluted. "At ease corporal. Welcome to Macerr. I assume you've been notified of why you are here?"

The corporal stopped saluting and stood at ease. "Yes ma'am. We were told Blue attacks
have threatened higher-ranking officers, so we're here to guard you."

Sanderson slight smile turned a grim look. "That's what they told you, eh? Well, its not the Blues as much as something on this planet. Something much worse. Anyways, its already late as it is, and we've got a mission tomorrow night. So report to you quarters and get some shuteye. We'll be going over mission details tomorrow." Sanderson saluted and returned to her quarters.

Jacobs saluted and followed the rest out. He headed toward the Enlisted Quarters, trying to find his quarters. Now where the hell is A34? He found the room and entered it. The smell was of cleaning solvent, as if someone tried to cover up the smell of death in the room. But it would do. He set his S2 leaning on the wall and took off his armor. Man, tomorrow's gonna suck.