Smith did not even know he was dead as the axe cleanly severed his head.  Spurts of blood came from the stump as the axe had cauterized the wound.  The head tumbled away and the body fell lifelessly forward, twitching and burning from the electrical discharge.<br/><br/>Jones was cursing his luck just he saw the terrifying armored giant appear in one moment and then decapitate his comrade.  He stood in horror at the mutated monstrosity.  "M...M...MONSTER!!!" was all he could yell as he began to blaze at the monstrosity with his autogun.  However, his rounds did little but scratch the surface.<br/><br/>Wilkins heard the cry, roused from his dozing.  He stormed out yelling, "Jones! What in blazes are youuuu..." As he saw the terrifying form rear up.  He pulled out his Auto Pistol and  began to blaze away, screaming as he had never screamed before.  In a matter of seconds, both men had run out of ammo.  Their rounds had done no damage.  Jones was frozen in horror.  Wilkins had to act.  "Jones! Hurry!" he pulled the stunned Arbite back inside just as the horror turned to pay attention to them.  Wilkins shut the door and locked it.  He knew not if it would keep the beast out.  "Jones.  JONES!" Jones was in shock.  He ran to the squad bay, pulling Jones with him and started the vox.  "This is Arbite Outpost 10-1.  We are under attack by a heavily armed assailant of unknown origin! We need backup! Come in!" It now dawned on him that the vox line was dead.  All that could be heard was static.<br/><br/>Jones curled up into a fetal position.  "Emperor protect...Emperor protect..." he muttered again and again...<br/><br/>