The com-link at HQ sizzled from the atmospheric interference, pierced by occasional check-ins from the patrols. They'd been on this rock for a week following up reports of a Zerg infestation but as of yet the foot patrols hadn't turned up anything. The Com-link crackled to life 'Base, this is patrol one. We might have some trouble here--' A skittering, slithering sound interrupted the speaker. 'Scratch that, we have serious- yargh!' The com-link returned to static. A shaking hand reached for the alarm.