<strong>Lcpl. Roman "Rome" Beneke</strong><br/><br/>Rome moved forward with the rest of Kilo, his eyes growing wide with surprise he entered the Hab Block.<strong>"Fuck ME."</strong>Rome whispered as he surveyed the room. His motion tracker thumped at him like a mechanical heartbeat, still showing no returns on its view screen. He swept the room with wide, arcing movements; left and right, up and down. Rome was confused at the devastation he saw. It was totally foreign from anything he'd ever witnessed before. Nothing added up. Nothing made sense.<strong>"What the fuck happened here, Lieutenant? What the fuck is going on? Everyone lose their goddamned minds in this colony?"</strong>Rome had a bad feeling in his gut and it was beginning to manifest as he began spouting off even more than normal.<br/><br/>He noticed as Widow kicked open a suitcase, though the strange fog on the floor made it difficult to make out most of what was lying around.<strong>"I don't like this, Sarge. I don't like this one goddamned bit. Where the fuck is everyone? More importantly, what the fuck where they running from?"</strong>He wasn't yelling, he wasn't losing his cool, he was just talking too much, though he still maintained a moderate volume.<br/><br/>Reaching the stairs at the far end of the Hab Block, he swept his smartgun upwards, stopping a few paces behind Widow.<strong>"Jackie's Hope... "</strong>Rome whispered in a sarcastic tone.<strong>"... hoping to get the fuck out of here."<strong></strong></strong>