We went in, standard breach. Smoke out down their version of an elevator shaft, and sent the first man down to scout and pop back up if he sees anything, then drop a frag on their heads. One of the rooks went down, and comm'ed us the all clear- three squelches on the throat mic. Four more went down and covered the corridors, ovelapping fields of fire, crouching like we told 'em, and prepping smokes to throw when we all moved next- or if they went down, they'd give cover for those coming to get them some vengeance and peace. Four of us- myself included- got our heavy plasmas ready and prepped those alien grenades of ours. The sarge coordinated with us, and we stepped onto the platform.
Two of these big purple floating bastards, more teeth than two heads, had come out of this purple cavern behind us. Autofire'd on the rooks, twice each, heavy plasma, twelve rounds all over, blowing a hole in the wall behind the rooks. Their luck held out- Hector- ... one of the rooks took a hit in the armor, but he stayed up. The rook with that mind probe said they were soldiers, and to waste 'em all. Next moment, we're down there, each pointing in a different direction, and one of us heavies vaporizes one of them with a single autofire and two autofire blasts. We look over the things- floaters, we call'em now. Well, you've been in the lab ma'am, you've seen the two we've got in containment and the corpses we brought back... And you know what else came up on us a moment later. Roaring down the corridor, charging balls out for blood, massive furred death like a sharks mouth on two legs. Picked up one of the rooks and ripped it apart in its mouth, lunged at her- her entire- the rooks body went all the way in, up to her midriff, arms pinned at her side. Bit her in half.