Throughout the base the few troopers who had managed to put on a helmet in time tried to organise themselves. But the beanies were faster and smarter. Many troopers suddenly found fresh orders popping into their heads telling them to remove their helmet and breathe in the gas. They did, after all "Orders is Orders".

Other troopers would charge along the corridors trying to attack whatever was attacking them only to fall under the energy beams of their own weapons wielded by lil' aliens.

Too befuddled to fire back effectively, it was a goon-slaughter.