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There are four Marines in power armor guarding the entrance to the Jelly-controlled area of Unity . . . and four hulking aliens: armored giants covered in chitin and sprouting segmented arms and powerful banded tentacles. You snort. The damn things didn’t need weapons. They were weapons.

The Marines move aside, and after a moment, so do the Jellies as well. You give the Marines a salute as you walk past.