"A'right people!" the sarge yells against the wind from the drop pod hatch "Welcome to Paradise. New Sangria. We got sun, we got sand, we got civvies (god help us) and we got Zee-no-mophs. Ya know, big honkin bugs. Ya will I repeat WILL check your fire at all times! I want select fire on close-in groups. Check your targets. You frag a civvie your ass is grass and I will personally GRAZE your ass! MOVE IT MARINES!"
Two teams of eight tromp down the ramp into the evening light, fires top the small skyline of the beach town on this newly colonised world. You can see civvie transports nearby, panicked people pressing against Marines, desperate to get off this now deadly planet.
"You you and you!" The Sarge says, pointing to you and two marines beside you, a guy and a girl, "Form up and follow me. We is going bug hunting!"
You fall in behind him as the other groups split up and form on their squad leaders.
