The maddened mechanized hydralisk ceased to function as servoes on its neck along with major arteries were severed by Shadir's attack, instantly causing the beast to shut down and fall to its side from the impact of Shadir's attack. Letting out a gutteral groan of pain, a sort of mix between the natural cry of the hydralisk with a mechanical tone to it, the creature slammed to the floor in a heap of metal, carapace and purplish Zerg blood. The trigger on its weapons did not cease as its owner was felled, unloading one final burst of rounds around the sides of the corridor before pitching upward and ceasing, smoke trailing out its hot barrel. Within seconds of its destruction, all was silent once more. The corridor was riddled with bullet holes and the atmosphere settled into something akin to the solemn silence of death.<br/><br/>Although barely visible, the hydralisk's eyes were no longer a flash of red but that of a pale brown, expressing the near impossibly identifiable Zerg emotion. A signature of release, pain and sadness was etched within its eyes, as if glad to be released from its own personal nightmare, pained from final blow to its neck, and saddened to die for no persons or cause.... There was an even a sign of fear and loss swimming within its irises, the fear of being cut from from the hive mind and the confusion that ensued after.<br/><br/>On the lower side of head carapace was a number. 139. It was either a specimen registration number or a harbinger of something worse, a production code. There was likely to be many more of these and they was a higher possibility that these new mechanized Zerg were here, in this facility. Whoever made them did not leave a sign for what purpose, nor did they leave a sign of why.<br/><br/><div align="center">-------------------------------------------</div><br/>"Set up those defences, men. Cover all exits. I dont want anyone near that shuttle."<br/><br/>They had finally gotten where they wanted to go, right smack dab in the middle of the ruined capital city, some underground base that no one really knows about. Who would have thought that such a big place was right under their noses all along? Of course, he would have suspected. He was working for the freaking Kel Morian Combine. They had money coming out of their ears and credit vaults. Not that he cared, as long as he was getting paid. His marines and firebats took defensive positions around the hangar, reinforcing the Goliaths that were already there with 2 more of their own and a couple of siege tanks. They now had heavy firepower on thier side and no one was going to touch that shuttle, if they liked it or not.<br/><br/>Why would they want to cover that hunk of junk anyway? Their new orders did not make sense and only the scary masked Ghost in black kept her cool. He had asked her questions once, but she only said in that wierd voice of hers that they should just do as they were told. Why was she standing by that big hangar door, as if she was waiting for something to come through it? What kind of mission was this turning out to be?<br/><br/>"Sarge, we're dug in and ready to take a beatin'. All 13 guys, 4 Goliaths and 2 tanks, loaded and accounted for." A private next to him reported.<br/>"Hand around and await orders. Theres got to be a reason why we're here." He turned to the Ghost again, yelling out to her in the distance, "Hey, Spooky! You sure you wanna be standing there?" He thought that giving her a nickname would make her take him more seriously. Works for the younger ones.<br/>She was standing at least 20 feet away from the door. She did not even turn around, or even respond to him, just staring at that door like some machine.