The ships proximity alarm sounded as a huge wave of an unknown energy surged towards the Atlantis.

In the Marine Barracks, the few soldiers of about five who were not off duty, watching the maden warp flight from the observation lounge readied themselves for the imminent collision. Weapons were being checked and combat gear accounted for before the call to brace, as the five Marines braced for impact there was no shouting or much coming from the stone-eyed, hard-skinned marines of the Atlantis. As the wave slammed into the ship, the barracks reverberated with the force of the blow. Equipment clattered against the walls, and bunk beds rocked on their foundations, a crate groaned as it fell cracking open onto the floor, and grenades rolled in all directions, the five marines cast a knowing look as the grenades provided them with an all to familiar death song, they whined getting louder giving the Marines only four seconds to scatter from the explosion as in turn of a few milliseconds the grenades exploded.

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