COMMANDERS POV: As we made preparations to leave, my squad looked sad knowing that they were going on a death march. We pulled out in our 2 rhinos, a tank like vehicle with two computer controlled turrets and one heat seeking missile luncher on the front. After a 3 hour of driving we got to the general area of the alien camp. We quickly decided that one person would stay in each rhino and man the turrets and missiles and they would drive to opposite ends of the enemy. The rest of us would surround them as best we could. We got into position. Over the quiklink system we decided that we would charge in 3 minutes.
Just as the clock struck 11:11 we let out a battle cry and sprinted toward the aliens. The turrets opened fire and we pulled out are guns and rained all hell on them. Aliens fell left and right. For some reason they were not fighting back. But we soon found out why.
As soon as we reached there lines and drew are swords they drew some weird dagger thing. The rhinos fell first. They were not interested in killing us yet. Over the heads of the slightly shorter heads of the aliens I saw my right hand man lung into the aliens he was immediately over run.
And with that they turned to us I fought some of the off but my sword accidentally flew out of my hand was impaled in an alien, so I pulled out my energy pistol and started firing as fast as possible. I took out a few of them but suddenly a big alien loomed out of nowhere with my sword in its hand it brought it down. A sharp burst of pain the nothing.
