As one last shot rang out, the massive Crab continued to twitch like an animal that had just been put down. It was going to twitch regardless of what was done, and the Sarge didn't seem to mind. "Beats me," Ylfa replied to Mark. Despite the heavy armor she wore, they could still see her shrug before moving over to take a look at Max first. "I can take a few guesses, but unless we find someone who actually knows, we won't know for sure. They just pay me to tell you guys what to kill." Her lips were soon pressed into a thin smile however. "At least you're not dead weight in here," she replied to Sawyer, deliberately looking at the unmoving Aggressor.
Stomping across the bloody red muck and mire, she was soon standing by the marine. Her red monoeye looking him over for a moment, the lead Hostile turned its head to the new arrivals as they set themselves up, "Medic - you able to take a look at his arm? We're moving out, and I don't want him dying of a blood clot of all things," she remarked. The plate over his arm was largely intact, but with a visible dent inwards - the suit itself took the brunt of the blow, but it didn't take much to hurt the person inside of it. The medic carefully took the pressure off of Max after making sure there wasn't any vascular involvement, and got to work setting the bone.
It was something that would have been painful if it weren't for the drugs the young man was on. He was lucky; the fracture was a simple break, and an injection of bone-cement easily held the two halves together for the the time being. He got a new plate, salvaged from one of the fallen. The same soon went for Delmar, with their suits splinting them both. Turning to Lisa and Richard, she pointed at the two, "You guys that got stabbed will need stitches and shit when we get back, but since they obviously missed the vitals and didn't have poison, you'll have to wait until we get back," Ylfa remarked. The suits were going to eye them.
After all...
"We're going to need the sheer numbers to do a thorough sweep, and even then, there's no telling if there's a squid or two hiding in some hole in the wall! So stay frosty!"
It didn't take long for them to get started at all.
*****
They were already moving through the ship, sweeping the corridors. The squad passed by rooms marked clear on their HUDs and marine sentries that were patrolling the ship; it quickly became obvious that once, the ship was somewhat familiar in design, but just deliberately made to be alien and intimidating. Most of it all came off as Cheesy and B-Grade Camp, considering the puke colored walls, amongst other things. Before, they already saw that the flesh covered walls were new, seeing the point where ship met creeping meat, but now that they were exploring? The deeper they went, the worse it got. It became thicker and thicker, more ordered, more deliberate. To the point that they soon found the corridors lit by yellow, bio-luminescent bulbs as they stood before a pair of large, chitin plated sphincter set into the wall.
Under her helmet, the look of disdain Ylfa had could have burned through it alone.
"Ok. Know what? It looks like they're going oldschool on us. Old SMX, but not quite. That means less Neko and more Squids - it was all back before the pushover NMX came along with sheer numbers," she told them. "Since we're sweeping the ship bit by bit, we don't need to rush in. We're going to take our time since they're not going anywhere anyways. Stack up near the door-things into this big room and get ready to shoot anything that can actually hurt us. If it's a Neko, we'll want them alive since we can make them talk." Getting herself ready by one of the doors, the Sergeant stood by what she guessed was the terminal. "Any questions?"
