Lieutenant Goss entered the operations chamber, the lights flickering weakly over shattered consoles and overturned chairs. The Captain moved in behind him, weapon raised, as the motion tracker spiked with signals closing fast from every side.
The Sergeant set up behind a cracked control panel, rifle barrel sweeping across the vents that rattled with unseen movement. The Corporal covered the rear, eyes locked on the shadows shifting just beyond the broken blast doors. Surrounded by the hiss of claws and the echo of low growls, Lieutenant Goss realized the control center was no longer a place of command but a killing ground...
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