SENJO<br/><br/>I heard the platoon sergeant giving commands - commands tainted with adrenaline - and corporal Beneke shouting... the way he shouts... within seconds Bravo Team ran back through the hatchway. I had counted them all out - Sergeant O'Shay, Beneke, Morden, Mitchell, Law. One, two, three, four, five...<br/><br/>I counted them all back.<br/><br/><strong>"Break left! Break left!"</strong>I called. The platoon was best deployed in the centre of the Hab Block towards the platoon CP and A Gun. As soon as the last friendly was clear I pushed the button on the gun command console. The word 'ARMED' flashed orange. I did not stay in position as a whine of machinery filled the room, but broke to my right towards A Gun fifteen metres away. It was armed, and therefore extremely dangerous to manhandle but now the requirements of the field manual needed to be overridden.<br/><br/>Behind me men and women shouted, guns fired and the demonic chatter of the sentry gun blasted the room's airspace. I ignored all these inputs; they were irrelevant. I leaped over the desk I had used as a command point for the sentries and ran to A Gun. As I reached it I was surprised. It was pointing<em>up</em>, as high as the Hab block's upper walkway and it's elevation was higher than that. Not concerned now if there was a malfunction I squatted beside the gun and using the same technique as previously lifted it, turned it through a hundred and eighty degrees and set it down. My eye ran quickly over the tripod, base mount and power lamps.<br/><br/><strong>"A Gun live. Sanitising the area below the stairwell. Bravo, fall back!"</strong><br/><br/>I crouched, brought my pulse rifle to my shoulder and watching the unfolding chaos before me, flipped off the safety. I aimed and began to loose controlled short bursts at anything that was moving and wasn't a Marine.