Akira flanked Victor, curving around the opposite side of the vessel with her shotgun clenched tightly in her hand. Like most of the team, she had never dealt with extraterrestrials before, so she was fairly uncertain about this mission would go. Victor seemed to know what he was doing, which was a definite plus, but considering he was the only one out of seven man team who had experience, it was hardly reassuring, especially considering she had just separated from him and was now on her own. Christ, what the hell would happen if she bumped into one?
Shaking her head, she continued to push onward, only stopping upon noticing an abnormality in the ground before her. Wedged into the mud and soil, what one could only assume was an deformed rifle poked out from the dirt, the only visible parts being the barrel and a few exposed components. A silver polish covered these parts, shining beneath the brown muck that coated it.
Having no idea on how to handle the situation, she lifted her communications device up to her lips, and muttered in her broken English: "Err...I found a...gun thing."
Dammit, why the hell did they draft me? I can't even speak their fucking language...