That only left the base commander. As one of the ruling elite he wasn't a product of the clone-tanks, and he was smart enough to know that the control room must be at the heart of the assault on his base.

But first he needed backup. Heading first to the barracks to organise the troopers he was apalled to see nothong but dead bodies lying about. Most had succumbed to the poisonous atmosphere, only one or two were wearing helmets, and they had been shot.

"What'in the fuck?" he gasped, taking in the scene of carnage. "Who in tarnation is attacking us? Can't be the goddam beanies, they're just animals"

A deadly blast of energy whizzed past his head. He ducked aside, just in time to see a gun-toting, green-scaled small humanoid dodge out of sight. It WAS the goddam beanies!