I and my brothers and sisters stood in the launch bay of the cloaked ship as it hovered over the planet. We were due to land shortly in an area thick with local flora- a 'forest' as the indeginous humans called it- and proceed to our objective from there. I ran a check of my gear as my comrades did like-wise. Shoulder-mounted plasma cannon and targeter? Check. I think that thing always takes the fun out of combat against a worthy adversairy, but still could come in handy for emergencies. Wrist blades, spear, and throwing stars? Check, check, and check. Net-gun and knives? Check. That was my weapons, now for my gear. Infa-red/X-ray helmet? Got it. Cloaking divice? Fully functional. Oh... Best not forget the emergency bomb. Ready to be primed. I looked up, the standard check had taken more time than I had thought, and the bay doors were already opening. I leaped out in the lead, the rest of the squad-about a score of brave, well-armed, well-equipped but hardly blooded warriors-touchin down in the feild behind me. I issued orders, and we...
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