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 **Location:  Outskirts of Unknown Gorn Settlement, Cestus III\\
-Timeframe:  Present day, stardate 62021.8**
+Timeframe:  Present day, stardate 62021.9**
 There was about two hours of daylight left in the overcast sky as the assault team from Republic beamed down to the coordinates.  Unlike Cornucopia Settlement, these new coordinates placed the team in a more open area; a field of grass above a vista overlooking a crop of jungle in the distance where traces of a conglomeration of Aztec-like pyramids were situated.  The distant buildings weren't ancient; they were in fact hewn from newly-formed masonry-like resin interlaced with the occasional glint of transparent glass across their surfaces.  However, the small city on the horizon was not serene, as columns of smoke were rising into the sky, forming a darker under-layer to the white-gray cloud deck above.
-In the foreground, and aligned along the periphery of the grassy field, were about twelve aerial vehicles, colloquially known as "hoppers" in Starfleet parlance.  The box-like vessels were slightly larger than a Danube-class runabout, designed for suborbital flight only, with a forward-facing loading ramp below the cockpit canopy.  In their current configuration, they were outfitted to deploy up to 40 marines, with a maximum evacuation capacity of up to 70 people.  Six were parked on either side of the field, with hundreds of Starfleet marines in battle gear going hither and thither across the assembly area, entering or exiting various hoppers, or simply assembled in platoon formation while being briefed by their commanders.
+In the foreground, and aligned along the periphery of the grassy field, were about twelve aerial vehicles, colloquially known as "hoppers" in Starfleet parlance.  The box-like vessels were slightly larger than a Danube-class runabout, designed for suborbital flight only, with a forward-facing loading ramp below the cockpit canopy.  In their current configuration, they were outfitted to deploy up to 40 Marines, with a maximum evacuation capacity of up to 70 people.  Six were parked on either side of the field, with hundreds of Starfleet Marines in battle gear going hither and thither across the assembly area, entering or exiting various hoppers, or simply assembled in platoon formation while being briefed by their commanders.
-Three battle-suited marines watched on as Hendrix and the rest of the Republic landing party materialized in front of them.  Two of the marines were helmeted with their reflective visors closed, and held their rifles at port arms while they stood behind the third marine.  The latter -- while suited up in the black-and-grey hard-shell battle accouterments of the Starfleet Marine Corps, had doffed his helmet, and was enjoying a cigar while he waited for the transporter beam to complete its materialization cycle.  The Marine's build was tall and stocky, and atop his head was a sandy-blonde crew cut, with wrinkles etched into his clean-shaven face, the result of years of combat experience.  Sporting a commander's rank on his collar, he softly chewed the lit cigar, moving it from one corner of his mouth to the other as the materialization sequence completed, taking a step towards Hendrix with an outstretched hand.
+Three battle-suited Marines watched on as Hendrix and the rest of the Republic landing party materialized in front of them.  Two of the Marines were helmeted with their reflective visors closed, and held their rifles at port arms while they stood behind the third Marine.  The latter -- while suited up in the black-and-grey hard-shell battle accouterments of the Starfleet Marine Corps, had doffed his helmet, and was enjoying a cigar while he waited for the transporter beam to complete its materialization cycle.  The Marine's build was tall and stocky, and atop his head was a sandy-blonde crew cut, with wrinkles etched into his clean-shaven face, the result of years of combat experience.  Sporting a commander's rank on his collar, he softly chewed the lit cigar, moving it from one corner of his mouth to the other as the materialization sequence completed, taking a step towards Hendrix with an outstretched hand.
 "Good to see you again, Hendrix," offered the gruff Marine commander to the lead battle trooper from Republic, grasping the lieutenant commander's hand in greeting.
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 It didn't take long before they encountered their first engagement with the enemy.  A pair of Gorn Tyrannosaur troopers were huddled in a firing location with a tripod-mounted repeating disruptor.  Angry purple lances of energy danced off the cave walls in rapid succession all around the squad.  Falling back on their training, the Starfleet troopers split up and dodged towards both walls, taking up prone positions behind rock outcroppings and boulders before returning fire.  Smoke and flying rock shards filled the air for at least a minute, neither side gaining nor losing ground, and it wasn't until Hendrix tossed a photon grenade into the nest that the ensuing explosion brought the firefight to an end.  Without injuries greater than a few rock shards in a couple of arms, the squad treated themselves to basic first aid and pressed onward.
-Their next challenge was a more sustained engagement as they pressed forward out onto a path cut into a cliff ledge.  The entire squad was exposed on one side to a chasm that stretched at least 30 meters wide, across which was another line of Gorn troopers were lying in wait.  As they opened fire, the squad dropped again to the ground behind any cover they could find.
+Their next challenge was a more sustained engagement as they pressed forward out onto a path cut into a cliff ledge.  The entire squad was exposed on one side to a chasm that stretched at least 30 meters wide, across which was line of Gorn troopers lying in wait.  As they opened fire, the squad dropped again to the ground behind any cover they could find.
-Leon joined in this particular firefight as well, especially when the Starfleet trooper in line next to him stood up to take a clearer shot and was instead shot himself squarely in the chest, causing him to fall over the cliff to his death.  As the doctor watched helplessly while the man went screaming to his death, he ducked below the protruding stone that comprised the path edge and began fire-and-duck snapshots to ward off the enemy.
+Leon joined in this particular firefight as well, especially when the Starfleet trooper in line next to him stood up to take a clearer shot, and was instead shot himself squarely in the chest, thus causing him to fall over the cliff to his death.  As the doctor watched helplessly while the man went screaming to his death, he ducked below the protruding stone that comprised the path edge and began fire-and-duck snapshots to ward off the enemy.
-Again, it was a stalemate for several minutes.  Two of the troopers incurred wounds from grazing shots; one in the arm, and the other in the leg. It wasn't until three of Hendrix's men low-crawled through a barrage of disruptor fire that the battle turned.  They made it to a well-protected divot in the path just large enough to assemble a mortar launcher.  After about half dozen outgoing photon mortar rounds screamed above the troopers' heads -- between each a shout of "cover!" from the grenadiers echoed off the walls -- the cliff ledge holding the Gorn riflemen gave way, plummeting them to their own demise deep within the crevasse below.  The rest of the squad then traversed the rest open path and gathered in the chamber ahead to regroup.
+Again, it was a stalemate for several minutes.  Two of the troopers incurred wounds from grazing shots: one in the arm, and the other in the leg. It wasn't until three of Hendrix's men low-crawled through a barrage of disruptor fire that the battle turned.  They made it to a well-protected divot in the path just large enough to assemble a mortar launcher.  After about a half dozen outgoing photon mortar rounds screamed their heads -- between each a shout of "cover!" from the grenadiers echoing off the walls -- the cliff ledge holding the Gorn riflemen finally gave way, plummeting them to their own demise deep within the crevasse below.  The rest of the squad then traversed the remaining path ahead before gathering in the next chamber to regroup.
 "Who'd we lose?" Hendrix gruffly asked the assembled troopers as he caught his breath.
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 "McDermott," one of them replied.  "He stood up to get a better shot."
-"Damn it!" hissed Hendrix.  "How many times have I got ta tell you chowderheads that when there's a hot firing line, you STAY UNDER COVER!  Think ya'll can remember that?"
+"Damn it!" hissed Hendrix.  "How many times have I got ta tell you chowderheads that when there's a hot firing line, you STAY UNDER COVER!  Ya all got that?"
-A chorus of "yes sir"s followed as Cromwell pulled out his trauma kit and went to work on one of the troopers; the one who was shot in the arm.  He worked to get the bleeding under control using  the auto-suture, but he had only had two hands, and saw that the other trooper with the leg injury could use timely first aid as well.
+A chorus of "yes sir"s followed as Cromwell pulled out his trauma kit and went to work on the trooper with the arm wound.  He first worked to get the bleeding under control using the auto-suture, but he had only had two hands, and saw that the other trooper with the leg injury was writhing in pain, and could also use immediate treatment.
 "I could use some help here," Leon addressed Hendrix.  "Can you get to work on his leg?"
-The commander paused with annoyance, preparing another diatribe in his head about the doctor's perceived shortcomings.  However, as he watched the doctor work feverishly on the arm wound, and contrasted it with the discomfort of his trooper who holding a clotting compress to his bleeding leg, he realized that the doctor couldn't be two places at once, so complied with the request and began dressing the soldier's calf.
+The commander paused with annoyance, preparing another diatribe in his head about the doctor's perceived shortcomings.  However, as he watched the doctor work feverishly on the arm wound, and contrasted it with the discomfort of his trooper who held a clotting compress to his bleeding leg, he realized that the doctor couldn't be two places at once, so complied with the request and began dressing the soldier's calf.
-Silence set in as both Hendrix and Cromwell worked together to patch up the wounded. Eventually, Hendrix turned to Ensign Purcell who had pulled out a tricorder and was carefully scanning the area.
+Silence set in as both Hendrix and Cromwell worked together to patch up the wounded.  Eventually, Hendrix turned to Ensign Purcell who had pulled out a tricorder and was carefully scanning the area.
-"Talk to me, Purcell," beckoned Hendrix, as he was handed the auto-suture from Cromwell.  "Where are we at?"  He began sealing the bleeding leg artery on the wounded trooper while the doctor prepared hyposprays filled with a mixture of stimulant and pain killers.
+"Talk to me, Purcell," beckoned Hendrix, as he was handed the auto-suture from Cromwell.  "Where are we at?"  He began sealing the bleeding leg artery on the wounded trooper while the doctor prepared hyposprays filled with a mixture of stimulant and pain killer.
 "The path splits in two up ahead," the ensign explained over the warbling of the tricorder.  "But they each feed into a single larger chamber ahead from two different directions -- it looks like a big cave of some kind."
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 "Bio-signatures?"
-"I got some back-scattering from the walls, but there's definitely bio-signatures... at least a hundred, but I'm not seeing any organized defense patterns.  I'd say it's more like a... town hall meeting or something."
+"I got some back-scattering from the walls, but there's definitely bio-signatures... at least a hundred, but I'm not seeing any organized defense formations.  I'd say it's more like a... town hall meeting or something."
 "Which path looks best?"
-"Hard to tell," Purcell explained, studying the readings.  "They're both a pair of lava tubes or something.  We could keep going down this one and make a grand entrance with a frontal assault, or..."
+"Hard to tell.  They both look like lava tubes," Purcell explained, studying the readings before pointing to the one on the right.  "We could keep going down this one and make a grand entrance with a frontal assault, or..."
 "Or?"
-"Or, we could take that other side tunnel," he pointed off towards the left fork about ten meters down the path.  "It's smaller.  It'll force us to go single file, but could bring us around the side and surprise them."
+"Or, we could take that other side tunnel," he pointed off towards the left fork about ten meters down the path.  "It's smaller.  It'll force us to go single file, but could bring us around the other side and surprise them."
-"Right," concluded Hendrix.  "Why don't you and Wierzbowski scout the side tunnel while Cromwell and I finish up with the squad?  When you get back, we can decide which is the best route."
+"Right," concluded Hendrix.  "Why don't you and Wierzbowski scout the side tunnel on the left while Cromwell and I finish up with the squad?  When ya report back, we can decide which is the best route."
-"Copy that," Purcell agreed, closing his tricorder and exchanging it for his phaser rifle.  "C'mon Trevor," he called out to one of the enlisted troopers.  "Let's do some recon."
+"Copy that," Purcell agreed, closing and stowing his tricorder, exchanging it for his phaser rifle.  "C'mon Trevor," he called out to one of the enlisted troopers.  "Let's do some recon."
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-With practiced ease, Purcell and Wierzbowski worked as a well-oiled machine, slinking around corners with rifles drawn, giving each other cover as they moved smoothly forward in leap-frog fashion.  The lava tube narrowed as they progressed, becoming more rough-hewn and rocky, and eventually revealed a number of hidden coves and false side-corridors that stopped abruptly -- perfect hiding spots to lay-in-ambush for a forward assault.
+With practiced ease, Purcell and Wierzbowski worked as a well-oiled machine, slinking around corners with rifles drawn, giving each other cover as they moved forward in leap-frog fashion.  As anticipated, the lava tube narrowed as they progressed, becoming more rough-hewn and rocky, and eventually revealed a number of hidden coves and false side-corridors that stopped abruptly -- perfect hiding spots to lay-in-ambush for a forward assault.
-"I don't like this," Purcell remarked as he paused to reconsider their predicament.  He looked back at Wierzbowski and suggested a different course of action.  "I think we've gone far enough, so let's get..."
+"I don't like this," Purcell remarked as, pausing to consider their predicament.  He looked back at Wierzbowski and suggested a different course of action.  "I think we've gone far enough, so let's get..."
 Suddenly, the air went stale as Wierzbowski watched an expression of horror creep across Purcell's face.  As the hair stood up on the back of his neck, the enlisted trooper slowly turned around to behold a horrifying sight.
-Rising behind them from the shadows was a green-scaled Tyrannosaurus-like reptilian warrior.  As it slithered into view full to block their exit, the massive carnivore flexed it's bulbous muscular arms and legs, straightening itself to it's full height of three meters, towering over the two gasping Starfleet troopers.  Above it's silvery compound eyes, a pair of leathery brow crests contorted downward into a furious expression, accentuating the creature's fury as it transfixed it's rage upon the two interlopers.
+Rising behind them from the shadows was a green-scaled Tyrannosaurus-like reptilian warrior.  As it slithered into view full to block their exit, the massive carnivore flexed it's bulbous muscular arms and legs.  Preparing itself for hand-to-hand combat, it straightened itself to it's full height of three meters, towering over the two gasping Starfleet troopers.  Above it's silvery compound eyes, a pair of leathery brow crests contorted downward into a furious expression, accentuating the creature's fury as it transfixed it's rage upon the two interlopers.
 True to Cromwell's explanation, the nightmarish bipedal lizard-soldier was not the slow lumbering cretin that so many rumors had embellished, as the heightened thermal environment invigorated its metabolism.  It moved swiftly and adeptly to fully block their escape back down the cave network, and with a sneer of anger and hatred, the Gorn leviathan pulled the lips back on its predatory maw to reveal a set of voraciously serrated teeth.  It was these natural instruments of primal ferocity -- evolved over the eons to cleanly separate flesh from the bones of it's prey -- that drew the most fright from the two Starfleet troopers.  No sooner did the Gorn reveal its teeth than did it strike like a bear trap on a hair-trigger.  So fast did its jaws thrust and snap, that only an instant passed before Wierzbowski's throat had been ripped clean from his body, splattering blood across the entire area.  The trooper went down; his bloody face contorted into a shocked, horrified expression as his dead body slumped to the floor.
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 Purcell gave a blood-curdling scream as the Jacob's ladder to his instinctual fight-or-flight reflex activated.  Pushing conscious thought aside, his military training kicked in, and muscle memory switched his rifle from snapshot to automatic while letting loose with the full power of a phaser rifle set at maximum output toward the oncoming monstrosity.  He was so wrought with panic, and so horrified at Wierzbowski's demise, that he continued to shoot long after the reptilian warrior had fallen to the ground and stopped moving; it's own deep red blood spilling along the floor and mixing with Wierzbowski's.  Staring at the dead bodies with incredulity, Purcell hyperventilated furiously as he made his way backwards from the scene, keeping his eyes and rifle trained on the dead Gorn, as if expecting it to come back to life.  Without thinking, he found himself backing deeper into the cave network ahead, and in less than ten meters, he sensed a large space behind him.
-The air went stale again.  Slowly, his eyes shifted to the side as he carefully turned his head to look over his shoulder, sweat dripping from his forehead.  He was being watched.  Purcell jumped with his rifle at the ready, spinning quickly around to see six smaller Gorns standing among a field of evenly-sized stones.  While they too were in a combat stance, they were also weaponless, and did not make any move towards him.  Instead, they simply stared; their claws at the ready, and arms primed for defensive hand-to-hand combat.
+The air went stale again.  Slowly, his eyes shifted to the side as he carefully turned his head to look over his shoulder, sweat dripping from his forehead.  He was being watched.  Purcell jumped with his rifle at the ready, spinning quickly around to see six smaller Gorns standing among a field of evenly-sized stones.  While the Gorns too were in a combat stance, they were also weaponless, and did not make any move towards the ensign.  Instead, they simply stared at him; their claws at the ready, and arms primed for defensive hand-to-hand combat.
 Purcell open fired once again.
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-Back at the squad, everyones' head turned towards the blood-curdling screams and multiple phaser shots from the direction of Purcell and Wierzbowski.  Though they were some distance away, there was something in their screams that sent a chill down their spines, and lent haste to Cromwell's and Hendrix's first aid efforts.
+Back at the squad, everyones' head turned towards the blood-curdling screams and multiple phaser shots from the direction of Purcell and Wierzbowski.  Though they were some distance away, there was something in their screeching that sent a chill down their spines, and lent haste to Cromwell's and Hendrix's first aid efforts.
 After finishing with the trooper's leg, the commander stood up and took a few steps towards the distant phaser shots echoing in the tunnels.
-"Purcell!" Hendrix called out over his wrist-mounted communications device.  "Wierzbowski!"  There was no answer.
+"Purcell!" Hendrix called out over his wrist-mounted communications device.  "Wierzbowski!"
-"Purcell!  Wierzbowski!" he called again into the communicator.  "Sound off!"  As before, no answer.
+There was no answer.
+"Purcell!  Wierzbowski!" he called again into the communicator.  "Sound off!"
+As before, no answer.
 "I'm goin' in after 'em," exclaimed Hendrix fervidly, re-buckling his assault harness and unslinging his rifle.
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 For Purcell, the last of the Gorns went down easily.  While they hissed angrily at the ensign, they made no effort to attack him, choosing instead to remain vulnerable and open among the cave full of stones, making no tactical effort to eliminate him as a threat.  He watched the phaser-riddled bodies closely as they lay flailing and hissing, expelling their few final breaths of life.  As the dying reptilian murmurs ceased, the ensign noticed that the "stones" on the floor began moving ever-so-slightly.  In the newfound stillness of the chamber, only these small objects seemed to show any animation as they rattled subtly in place without a definitive pattern.  Purcell tensed up.  He scrutinized the objects, soon realizing that they were not stones, but small, leathery pouches with pedal-like seams along the sides, reminiscent of flower buds ready to bloom.
-At his feet, a few dozen of these pineapple-sized objects peeled themselves open from the top: Some of them one-after-another, while others simultaneously opened by groups of two or three.  From within each, a small lizard hatchling emerged.  They looked roughly the same as an Earth gecko, but with razor-like teeth, and began exploring their surroundings as they came forth.  They sniffed, skittered about looking for their mothers, but finding no one alive who was watching over their emergence.
+At his feet, a few dozen of these pineapple-sized objects peeled themselves open from the top: Some of them one-after-another, while others simultaneously opened by groups of two or three.  From within each, a small lizard hatchling emerged.  They looked roughly the same as an Earth gecko, but with razor-like teeth, and began exploring their surroundings as they came forth.  They sniffed, skittered about looking for their mothers, but finding no one but Purcell watching over their emergence.
 Putting all the pieces together, Purcell now understood.  The killer Gorn that gutted Wierzbowski was the alpha male.  The six dead Gorns in the chamber were his mates, and the leathery stones strewn about the chamber were their eggs.  It was a hatchery.  A hatchery filled with baby Gorns...  Little killer Gorns that were about to spawn a whole new generation of killer adults.
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 "Aw, hell!" Hendrix exclaimed as he saw Cromwell bent over the the still form of a Starfleet hazard trooper, scanning him with a tricroder.
-"He's dead," Cromwell informed him, though the sickening display of large jaw-shaped slice of flesh taken from Wierzbowski's neck was evidence enough.  The doctor put away his tricorder, stood up, and took a step back so that the commander could have a last moment with his subordinate.
+"He's dead," Cromwell informed him, though the sickening display of a large jaw-shaped slice of flesh taken from Wierzbowski's neck was evidence enough.  The doctor put away his tricorder, stood up, and took a step back so that the commander could have a last moment with his subordinate.
-For his part, Hendrix was so thrown by Wierzbowski's mutilated form, that he knelt beside the body in a moment of solemnity.  He paid no attention as Cromwell walked away, forging deeper into the lava tube ahead.
+For his part, Hendrix was so thrown by Wierzbowski's mutilated form, that he knelt beside the body in a moment of solemnity.  He paid no attention as Cromwell walked away, forging his way deeper into the lava tube ahead.
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 It was then that he saw the pile of bodies.
-Words have trouble describing the maelstrom of instinct and emotion that surfaced in Leon Cromwell at that moment in time.  His prejudice towards the Gorns was deeply-seated in the death of his own sister and mother during the Cestus Three incident of stardate 57502, where they were vaporized by orbital bombardment from Gorn battlecruisers.  But now, as he saw the hundreds of dead Gorn hatchlings strewn among the equally dead corpses of their mothers -- each with a Starfleet phaser burn etched into their bodies -- the doctor convulsed.  He dropped his phaser rifle, ripped off his battle helmet, and collapsed to his hands and knees near a wall.  With multiple thrusts of his gastrointestinal tract, Leon hurled his breakfast out of his mouth and onto the ground.
+Words have trouble describing the maelstrom of instinct and emotion that surfaced in Leon Cromwell at that moment in time.  His prejudice towards the Gorns was deeply-seated in the death of his own sister and mother during the Cestus Three incident of stardate 57502, where they were vaporized by orbital bombardment from Gorn battle cruisers.  But now, as he saw the hundreds of dead Gorn hatchlings strewn among the equally dead corpses of their mothers -- each with Starfleet phaser burns etched into their bodies -- the doctor convulsed.  He dropped his phaser rifle, ripped off his battle helmet, and collapsed to his hands and knees near a wall.  With multiple thrusts of his gastrointestinal tract, Leon hurled his breakfast out of his mouth and onto the ground.
 Purcell watched on while Leon's half-digested morning rations splashed around him. In his psychotic state, the ensign reflected on his disdain for the physician/scientist, and why he and the rest of the troopers hated him so much.  Cromwell represented the wimp's way out:  The pacifist.  His kind allowed the Gorns to have this colony in the first place, and thus, forced Starfleet to have to take back the colony by force.  It was HIS fault that Wierzbowski died the way he did.  The Gorns wouldn't be here at all if it weren't for Cromwell's kind.  It was Purcell's judgement that the doctor should join the dead bodies that lay around him.
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 Purcell was not about to give him that chance.
-In a swift martial arts maneuver, Purcell kicked Leon in the face, knocking him back to the ground, his head impacting the rocky wall once again, with unconsciousness once again befalling upon him.  Raising his rifle to target Leon anew, the ensign locked the doctor in his sights and pulled the trigger.
+In a swift martial arts maneuver, Purcell kicked Leon in the face, knocking him back to the ground, his head impacting the rocky wall once again.  Raising his rifle to target Leon anew, the ensign locked the doctor in his sights and pulled the trigger.
 The rifle sputtered dead with a static hiss.  It's energy pack had been fully depleted.
-Angrily, Purcell threw his empty phaser rifle at Leon, and grabbed the one on the ground, which had a near-full charge on it.  He aimed Leon's rifle back at the doctor and immediately pulled the trigger.  While the shot landed solidly on his chest, causing him to flail once before going immobile, there was no physical damage to his body.  Leon had set the rifle to stun.  Annoyed, the ensign was about to switch the setting back to maximum output when he heard a voice over his shoulder.
+Angrily, Purcell threw his empty phaser rifle at Leon and grabbed the one on the ground, which had a near-full charge on it.  He aimed Leon's rifle back at the doctor and immediately pulled the trigger.  While the shot landed solidly on his chest, causing him to flail before going immobile, there was no physical damage to his body.  Leon had set the rifle to stun.  Annoyed, the ensign was about to switch the setting back to maximum output when he heard a voice over his shoulder.
 "Sir?" a voice called from behind him.  It was one of the enlisted troopers from the squad who had backtracked to Purcell's location.  As the rest of the battle-ready squad filed out into the cave from the narrow lava tube, they looked around the berthing cave with wide-eyed shock at the carnage.  It was then that they spied Hendrix's dead body.  They looked to Purcell -- who was standing over an unconscious Leon with a phaser rifle -- and expected an explanation.
-"What happened?" the trooper asked as the squad gawked around them.
+"Sir, what happened?" the trooper asked as the squad gawked on.
 For a split second, Purcell felt as if he had been caught red-handed, but then realized his own empty phaser rifle was lying on the ground... right next to Leon.  He realized the scene could easily be seen from a completely different perspective...
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 "It was Cromwell!" Purcell lied spontaneously, huffing and puffing while looking around the area with pin-pointed pupils.  He had learned Hendrix's lessons well over the months he had spent under his command -- when you're on the ropes and at the verge of defeat, cover your own ass to pull yourself out.
-"Cromwell did this!" he continued the fabrication, staring between Leon and Hendrix's body.  "He shot up the Gorns, then he fragged the commander!" he gestured to Hendrix's prostrate form.  "The little puke shot him down like a dog!"
+"Cromwell did this!" he continued the fabrication, staring between the unconscious Leon and Hendrix's body.  "He shot up the Gorns, then he fragged the commander!" he gestured to the commanders prostrate form.  "The little puke shot him down like a dog!"
 "What. The. HELL..." the trooper looked around at the carnage.  "He turned on us!" he concluded, spying what was clearly wounds from a Starfleet phaser rifle on Hendrix's chest.  "He fucking TURNED on us!"

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