Maya Stark stood posted at the window, waiting for the bugs to crest the ridge... whenever. It should have happened hours ago by all rights. The tip of her barrel hung on the edge of the murderhole, and her hands shook a bit as she had flashbacks of the landing. The bugs had waited for them there, and had immediately taken half of their team. The remaining members fought to gain the outpost, and even more people were lost then, until there were only five left. One of her privates made an off-hand remark about the gender of the remaining troopers, and they all shared a nervous laugh. It must have been pure coincidence.<br/><br/>She looked around at her team, and was shamed for a moment. For a commanding officer, she was still having trouble learning the names of these women, and here she was going to die with them.