We were sent to the <Data expunged> sector to run down the crime lord <Data expunged> and the drugs factory he controlled. The mission was simple as it gets - Get in, take out - but HQ decided that this mission would require a bigger force to take out the factory - Or at least, to look like that.
When they dragged the humans into the busyness, the idea was simple and respectable: The humans would apply their own, loud, tactics on the front and attract attention while we, the <Data expunged>, would sneak behind and take out <Data expunged>.
What wasn't respectable, at all, was the decision to tag a human with the squadron. "One of the best" said the human ambassador, trying to re-assure us.
We were sure that he would slow us down, if not doom us, as well. Loud, as humans are, it was probably inevitable.
And inevitable it was. During THE crucial moment, while me and the boys were preparing to ambush <Data expunged> as he tried to escape, some artillery fire from out of nowhere began whistling in the air. We, as <Data expunged> as we were, didn't flinch.
The human, by the name of <Data expunged>, rolled out of position and avoided being killed by the blast.
Good for him. But none of us would compromise the ambush, even if that would mean getting hit by a highly explosive projectile and DIE. But the human? Nooooo!
Anyway, this little ape looks at <Data expunged> and his guards and <Data expunged> and company at him for a few seconds, aghast. That's when we open fire.