As the rats try to dig you up (probably to "study" you, the disgusting perverts), you remain still, trying to keep them from suspecting. Hazmat teams begin to filter out from their vehicles, ready to retrieve the specimens. When you are partially excavated, you burst out!
The digging crews are the first to die. Their bodies are thrown against the hazmat teams, and you run towards the dangerous vehicles to disable them first. You plow one over; it is incapacitated. You then hide behind it to block enemy fire; a rocket strikes against it and explodes, destroying the rocket but leaving you reasonably unharmed. You charge the person who shot it, the one carrying the large, unfamiliar weapon. Other servitors take more men, some wounded, some not. They then try to flee, with some success. Most escape, but a few are killed and eaten. Soon after, a bomber flies overhead and blows the entire area to smithereens.
One solitary servitor, still buried, unearths herself and begins feasting on any entrails she finds. She releases a cloud of spores. She knows it will not survive, but knows her race's victory is guaranteed. She chooses to hide and await reinforcements.
All right, I'm ending it here. Later this week we'll continue the invasion.