Solar Marine Ryen stared down the barrel of his x15 inertia carbine. Signs of life or not, this wasn't what he'd expected to find on recon. Was the thing in front of him striking a menacing pose, or preparing to pounce? Suddenly he recalled how earlier in the day, on the drop ship, he'd stamped out a crate bug. "If it's got six limbs, fuck it," he'd said. Well, if it comes down to it, turnabout's fair play, he decided, flipping the safety off. At least there's more than one way to get fucked...