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Their wide bodies were heavily armored by a spiked carapace that hid their features from<br />
the air, and they moved in unison towards a comms dish installation two klicks from the<br />
Krakulv Base walls.<br />
Lee shook her head. "Never seen that unit before. But we know the zerg evolve and<br />
mutate quickly. It could be new, or even a unit we've seen before, with better—"<br />
The zerg column came within a quarter klick of the comms dish, and the front row<br />
rose up to unleash blasts of lurid green acid from their mouths. As they finished, the row<br />
behind them rose up and did the same. Thirty seconds later, the dish installation was a<br />
smoking pile of molten neosteel.<br />
"LRC-4 just went offline," shouted one of the tactical staff.<br />
Lee hissed through her teeth. "Roaches."<br />
"Are you sure? I thought they were... smaller?"<br />
"Obviously, they grew. Shit." Lee raced back to the main console and studied the<br />
base defense status for the hundredth time. "Our walls are still at a hundred percent, no<br />
breaches or serious damage yet. But those things will eat through them in an hour or two."<br />
through."<br />
"'Or two,' is the question. We could all be on a transport by the time they get<br />
Lee didn't reply. She looked paralyzed, indecisive. Brach hadn't seen her this<br />
nervous since their wedding, and he knew exactly why. His mind drifted to their quarters,<br />
and the trophy cabinet he'd insisted they bring with them, to remind them that even<br />
though they'd been assigned to a small, unimportant monitoring base, they were still<br />
marines who'd served with honor. But the cabinet didn't just hold medals and trophies.<br />
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