<strong>Lcpl. Roman "Rome" Beneke</strong><br/><br/>Rome rushed backwards down the corridor to their previous position in the Hab Block while simultaneously peering through his eyepiece screen that was mounted on the headset worn underneath his helmet. The eyepiece screen displayed the infrared target tracking system layout which Rome was struggling with at the moment. Normally, the infrared target tracking system was extremely quick and accurate in target acquisition, but these creatures were faster and more agile than anything they'd ever encountered, making it difficult even for the tracking system to lock on. Rome squeezed the trigger despite the lack of adequate target lock, uncharacteristically sending a deluge of hot lead peppering the wall behind their intended targets before his deadly volley finally found it's mark, ripping one of the foul creatures in half as they entered the narrow kill zone of the corridor.<br/><br/>As they bunched up closer together to enter the corridor, they had much less room to maneuver and the M-56's infrared tracking system was more easily able to extrapolate and translate the target information. The targeting reticle was already locking onto it's next target when Rome squeezed the trigger again, smashing into the other creatures along with the hail of lead whizzing past his head from the Marines behind him who had turned and fired, giving Rome an opportunity to cease fire long enough to catch up with the rest of Bravo.<br/><br/>As Rome wheeled around, the remaining creature leaped at him, losing a limb and a large portion of its torso in flight. Still the creature's tenacity and persistence brought him close enough to Rome that the creature nearly impaled him with it's deadly barbed tail before the Marines finally finished him off.<strong>"Jesus Fucking Christ, Sarge! The fucker stabbed me! I think he missed though. What the fu..."</strong>Rome was interrupted by the same sound these four creatures had made earlier... only this new sound was definitely being made by more than four of them. Rome didn't waste another second getting the hell out of that corridor, sprinting back towards the rally point and behind the defensive powerhouses that were the UA-571C Sentry Guns.<br/><br/>Rome's adrenaline was definitely pumping now and it showed as he yelled and cursed puffed out his chest, pounding it with a fist like a territorial gorilla. He taunted even more, pacing wildly perpendicular to the entrance of the school corridor.<strong>"WOOOO YEAH! BRING IT BITCHES! Ya'll want some more of this shit!? I'm gonna waste ALL you mother fuckers! Bring your momma's and your daddy's, your brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, girlfriends, teachers, friends, neighbors, bosses, fuckbuddys and your goddamned dogs! I'm gonna kill ALL ya'll cause *I AM* the baddest mother fucker on this rock. I am the Minister of Death!"</strong>Rome always one to go over the top in times like these and he always seemed to forget, during his taunts, that he was accompanied by one of the most dangerous and professional squad of Marines in the entire Corps.<br/><br/>Hearing the creatures draw closer, Rome lined up behind the sentry gun, lowered into his sustained fire stance and waited to pick off the ones that might slip past the sentry fire.<strong>"Time to earn your money, Marines! Let's exterminate these fucking bugs!"</strong>