*Phil and his squad are on guard duty. Their job is to patrol the skies.*
#2: This sucks!
Phil:Ok then seeing as you have an objection to this work. Shall i volenteer you for canteen duty??
#2: NO Sir!
*Below them a team of sligs are on the shooting range. In the distance Phil can see a large scrab herd*
Phil: *Into radio* Captian? We have found a large herd of scrabs, shall we eliminate or ignore?
Captain: Eliminate, we've got some glukkons coming today and if anything so much as scratches them, you can kiss that workforce goodbye!
*Phil and his squad fly over the scrabs, the scrabs vainly try to jump at them but end up stumbing on the ground*
Phil: #4#,5 and #6 long range MOVE!
#4,#5and#6: Yes sir! * they scurry off to a quite a distance and open fire with their cannon like guns*
Phil: #2 extreme range!
#2: SIR! * #2 flies a huge distance away and preps his sniper rifle*
#1 and #3 : Take out any run aways
#1and#3: SIR! *They move off to positions where they're likely to escape*
*Phil hovers directly above them and loads his rifle*
Phil:*Into radio* All sligs, FIRE!
*The first volly of attacks strikes into the scrabs, the cannon blasts making huge crators*
Phil: *Radio* All men fire at will!
* The scrabs fall in large numbers, phil is picking off the alpha scrabs with his rifle, his engine starts to splutter, he then looses some height*
Phil: Heavy weapons hold your fire!
* Phil then plummets down into the remaining scrabs*
Phil: Heavy weapons team! Search and rescue!
*#4,#5 and #6 start to sweep the area looking for Phil. Suddenly #5 spots him being thrown about by a scrab. It starts stomping as if it was doing it's whirlwind attack. It suddenly falls to the ground*
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