<strong>Lcpl Roman "Rome" Beneke</strong><br/><br/>Taking Reaper's hand, he helped heft the man to his feet and gave him a slap on his uninjured shoulder, effectively offering an unspoken<em>"Glad to see you're still in one piece."</em>Rome walked up to one of the fallen, larger black creatures and pushed his boot against its' intact, elongated<em>head</em>. Kneeling down next to the creature he examined it, careful not to touch it with his hands.<strong>"What the fuck are they? I mean look at this thing,"</strong>he removed his combat knife from its sheath located over the left side of his chest and poked at it.<strong>"What is this, its head? Looks like my dick... only smaller."</strong>He grinned stupidly at whoever happened to be looking in his direction, rather pleased with his brilliant joke.<strong>"Whatta we got, scientists getting their rocks off researching how to make some kind of dickhead creatures? Sick fucks!</strong><br/><br/>He stood up, sheathing his blade again and kicking the creature angrily.<strong>"I told ya'll motherfuckers I was gonna kill all ya'll, didn't I?"</strong>He kicked it again, hard enough to roll the creature over and spat on it.<strong>"DIDN'T I!?"</strong>Gripping the M-56, he lowered it level before him, glancing at the motion tracker Gizmo had jerry-rigged to the<em>Sexy Beast</em>. Negative feedback at the moment indicated all was clear... for now. he nodded at Lt. Mengsk's comment and replied,<strong>"Scanner's clear at the moment Lieutenant, no new contacts. I say we fall back to a more defensible position and set up a perimeter before we run into more dickheads. What about the control room, we should be able to find out more about what's going on from there."</strong>