Ian looks at his very sad looking powersuit.  Huge sections of it are just gone.  Cables, servos, and sections of plate are exposed.<br/><br/>"I gotta get out of this thing before I get fried by it."<br/><br/>Ian pulls off his armor and looks at his tattered fatigues.<br/><br/>"Well at least the wee buggers didn't get my boots. I am a mess. We are still marines here, right?  Where are you weapons and gear?  They stripped me clean of mine it looks like. Lieutenant?  Hellow?  Lieutenat?  Aren't you all right?"<br/><br/>Ian noticed something unworldly about the women's facial expressions.  It gave him a chill.