The Captain began shouting, "Be on the lookout for friendlies!"<br/><br/>Ian stared at the outpost. "Friendlies?!? The place is crawling with bugs and he thinks there can be friendlies?!?"<br/><br/>Carefully he loads his grenade launcher with nerve toxin canisters.  He checks to make sure his anti-toxin hypo pens still function.  He loads up on incendiary and flash grenades from his pack.  He couble checks his detonators, satchel charges and plastic.<br/><br/>"I am good to go. Just tell me when it is show time."<br/><br/>The discharge of weapons is intense. He hears the shouting of marines, "No soldiers yet. Lot's of nasty pods and tons of thes nasty acid spitting little ones!"<br/><br/>He hears some screaming as several marines are getting hit and burned with the acid.