The howling from the woods wasn't a good sign. The hairs on the back of Ray's neck were prickling. Suddenly Ray's commbead squealed again, "Mutants! Need back up!" Grav was clearly distressed. Sure enough, the sound of his ripper gun could be heard in the distance.
"Fething Warp! Everyone, Gaius and Grav are having a bit of a mutant problem. You, sniper, stay where you are and slot anything with more than two eyes. Commisar, Igam, go out and find the Proctor and the big guy and get them back here. Take these commbeads, and set them to frequency alpha-red." Ray tossed them to the two. Everyone else, set up a defensive perimeter around the pod. That means you, techpriest. If it doesn't look human, shoot it, but I don't want you hitting our guys."
"Grav, you okay? How many are there? Respond, Grav."