The Vet addresses you all. "About damn time you showed up we have a Grade A cluster -blam!- down here and so far we've been playing the helpless schoolgirl with her pants down. We've lost contact to Command and engineering. The research bay and the medical facilities are all cut off but my boys are holding those bastards off with all we got. We have a beachhead here and I'll be a god damnned navy pilot if I loose this ground we have. We can't advance but if your anything like the big man you can clear this sector and we'll clean up your mess." -a strategic map is splayed out in front of the team- [spoiler]west is a straight shot to the medical wing and the mess East is the barracks and the mess north is Research and developement[/spoiler] [spoiler]consult your team this entire must be secured before advancing to the control center[/spoiler]

"I'll go north"

ok tech boy you and Mr. Boney here will take north wing. now we have some of the techboys holed up here with some of their new toys so be a little careful of who is shooting what. ~Tosses a black data slate~ This will open you up try to leave me something to kill would ya

Who's boney I'm the ghoul

[spoiler]its the avatar i swear[/spoiler]