The zombies upon realizing their doom and futility engaging fighting back against the two Power Armored marines tried to overrun Brand, but were instead overrun by the sheer mass of gaseous and semi-gaseous metalloids unleashed by the Hostile and Aggressor. By the end of it any wall that was not splattered with blood was tinted red by a bloody mist.
Master Chief Fian winced from the sudden outburst of Noisemaker from the commlink. He switched the comm to Chief Ran, turning around to face the veteran marine as he did. "The Squids are rallying for one last attack, we are getting out of here." A slight pause was on his lips when he realized this sounded familiar. He swept an arm over the makeshift marine base in the distance. "Everyone is getting out of here, again."
The black haired Nepleslian then patched into the squad-wide channel. At first the transmission from the MC sounded like static, but then each individual marine's SAVTECHs quickly decoded the heavily encrypted orders into something intelligible "Listen up! Our work here is almost finished. P3C Avel has rigged the plant. The only soldiers left planetside are marines with working suits and thrusters, the latter is important! When I give the order to return to the LZ, take the opportunity to test and push every plasma, gravitic and P/p drive you have, if anything malfunctions we'll get it fixed or replaced before we leave this Maker forsaken planet."
Fian's AIR-R parted its skirt armor, bringing every plasma drive it had to bear on the ground below at full power. This upward thrust was nullified by his P/p system, which was also pointed directly downwards but was pulling and holding the AIR-R slightly above the ground. Amidst the resulting dust storm the MC issued his formal orders in his silver tongue. "Squad, Break formation and regroup at the LZ! P3C Oliver, help P3C Volkov if she needs it. P3C Jan, take the lead!"
"Move out!"