Life couldn't get more intresting

Experiment

"Move your ass's!!! Come on ladies! We got some bugs ta kill!!" They whooped and hollered, most smiling ahead at the dark tunnel. It was Tartarus with a shit load of dementors hyped up on LSD. 17 peered down, expecting the Kraken or Thaegan to grip her ankle and pull her down kicking and screaming. Butterball must have had the same idea cause he steered her away from the gates of Hell, towards the men who were men. He had yet to release her arm, she did it for him. "Oh um Miss...?" 17 did not answer and she didn't have to. "17!" The second lieutenant had been given her command, her name, her Shazam and all butterboy could do was marvel at her, 17? What name was that? But like Pandora, the platoon leader pointed at the tunnel and opened the box. "Scout ahead." Like a loyal ninken she leapt down. The others looked each other square in the eye and like any man they jumped down the dark gaping wound of death, not ones to be stood up by a lady. Only to see that was going to be a normal occurrence. "Wooh look at that ladies! Better pick up your skirts and join in with the frolicking!" Two shots were blasted at the knees of the monsters. They screened and screeched.
17 ahead, she was a goddess of death, leaping off exoskeletons that glowed with evil. Dinosaurs attempting to sharpshift into the Devil that carped and lunged. She was Thorin protecting his Dwarves, ripping the X's silver tounges from their eyeless snouts. Arms and heads and deadly acid blood flew and splattered. Entrails blew across the cave. One of the banana shaped heads rolled toward them like a lobbed bomb. But it was over as soon as it had started, firepower slicing through them like butter.
In the front, Jarheads laughed in victory, it was a clean victory. You shoot for the knees then the head, right where their eyes would be an' they drop like stones or just keep your finger on the trigger till all you can see is a black stain or more like a sizzling hole to Davey Jones locker.
They trekked ahead, a mission was a mission and this was a bloody mission. 17 moved with stealth, she dared not breath. The Grunts though... "So who's the bitch, Sir?" ...Had different ideas. "Your names Charles." Few laughs were spared, but only a few, they wanted story time. All snuggled up nice and warm, a mom to protect them from the dark, ready with a book in hand to spin stories of hero's defeating the monsters or in 17's case, monsters defeating monsters. "Well uh she's the..." He looked ahead towards her, most of the Grunts did the same, now nervous. "...the government's property, her names 17... And... and that's all you need to know."
That was all they needed to know. She had taken down more hives single handily than they have killed, man or beast, they were all the same in the end. Fighting for survival. That's why 17 never gave up and jus' done herself in for.
The tunnel came to an end.
It was the biggest chamber that the Marines had seen.