Over all the diseased mutants, John called "Master Komand. There are more coming. We can't kill all these rakghouls and there are more coming. Our weapons are pretty effective against the mutants, we'll attempt to make a clearing for you to run through. Dammit, I feel like we're fighting every single rakghoul on this whole, entire god damm planet."
There was a fimilar, female wisper in Komads here, it told him "go with the marines. Many sith storm troopers are heading this way and if you don't escape you shall die."
As Komand listened to the voice a strange chill went through Komads spin.
Make love, not toast.