BURN YOUR WAY IN

As the tough nose of the boarding pod smashed through the steel hull of the vessel,
the soldiers set up a defensive perimiter and connected a RAT to the vessel mainframe.
The flash of data was quickly analyzed by the onboard computers and gave the 
Alien Assault forces their first detailed view of the inner corridor layout. 
The flickering screens on the bridge showed the skeletal passages and chambers 
glowing with a ghostly white light.

Commander Bellisar focused his attention on one of the many groups of glowing dots 
clustered around the outer defensive layers of the ship. 'They appear to be boarding 
small crafts, perhaps escape pods.  We cannot risk any planet-side contamination - no 
centerpides can be allowed to escape. It is imperative that the pods are destroyed 
or disabled before we launch our main attack.'

Within minutes, the next wave of data from the scanners fleshed out the full 
three-dimensional floorplans of the cruiser. Further analysis revealed a network of 
active power conduits flowing across hundreds of blops of blue light - cryogenic chambers.

The computer determined that the escape pods were linked  to a central control room 
located beyond the defensive perimeter, in the center of a large cluster of cryogenic 
tanks. In order to prevent any pods from detatching the spacecrapt, and reaching nearby 
planetoids, the control room had to be destroyed using explosive napalm combustion 
from the SR-X Flamer.
 
Any squad moving into the area was unlikely to get out of there alive, but Commander 
Bellisar did not hesitate to order his men to advance immediately. The soldiers could not 
afford any delays, and their sacrifice was a risk he was willing to make. The Alpha squad 
was ordered to to advance, and cleanse the sector regardless of the cost. They would face 
a fearful foe, but their extensive mental and physical training made them capable of 
surviving the mission againt the odds.
 
The narrow corridors at the heard of the vessel would prove and ideal way to test what the 
soldiers had learned in previous tutorials. Insticts, and their SPARTAN armor suits, would 
lead them to victory against their invincible foe, lurking in the dark halls ahead. 
They left behind the safety of the wide cargo holds, and started their advance across one 
of many corrdors. Dimmed light sources lit their path, and their heavy steps dwarfed any 
other sound coming from the dark alleys behind them.
 
They raised their weapons, ready for combat, and laid out a plan for the final advance. 
The control room was only a few corners ahead when the scanners started screaming to 
indicate enemy contacts approaching.
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