With the upper decks of the Abdul Alhazred secured, the X-Com troops head belowdecks to deal with the rest of the alien terrorists.
Kwas: Hoo boy. This is going to be interesting . . . all right, people, let's run this the way we did last time. Full sweep, five by five, front to back. Aldred, you and I will cover the lift - just in case there's trouble.
Aldred: Got it, sir.
Kwas: All right, people - move it on out!
(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)
nos: Why hello there, Mr. Eek. Mind if I hit you over the head with my Thermal Tazer?
(KZAAASH)
Gill Man: . . .
nos: Didn't think so. Such an obliging Eek.
(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)
Arilou: Princeps, we got another one behind these crates.
Princeps: On it.
(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)
(KZAAASH)
Gill Man: . . .
Arilou: Have an "ice" day, Echo!
(COLLECTIVE GROAN)
(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)
Cousteau: 'Allo, 'allo, what 'ave we 'ere?
(KZAAASH)
Deep One: . . .
(WHIRR-CLUNK)
(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)
Farnan: Another specimen for the lab, methinks.
(KZAAASH)
Deep One: . . .
Talbot: Hey, where'd you come from?
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(KZAAASH)
Gill Man: . . .
(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)
nos: You just hold real still now.
(KZAAASH)
Gill Man: . . .
Gotti: nos, you're having way too much fun whacking Eeks over the head with that Thermal Tazer of yours.
nos: I know. But it's just so SATISFYING!
Griffiths: Speaking of Echo, one just jumped off the catwalk and hit the lower deck. Taking the shot.
(THUPP-CRACKLE)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
Griffiths: He's dead.
Cousteau: As will be 'is partner, soon!
(THUPP-CRACKLE)
Gill Man: HURGH . . .
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
nos: Hey, where'd YOU come from?
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Gotti: Who cares? My turn to play "whack-an-Eek".
(KZAAASH KZAAASH)
Gill Man: . . .
Myst: Hey, guys? You got an Eek beneath ya.
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
(THUPP-CRACKLE)
Deep One: GURHURGLE.
(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)
nos: Echo in the engine room!
(THUPP-CRACKLE)
Deep One: GURHURGLE.
(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)
Gotti: Echo sighted. Going for the stun.
(KZAAASH)
Deep One: . . .
nos: Nice work, Gotti.
Yana: The Alhazred's crew reports that was the last one on the ship. Good work, Kwas - bring your men home!
Kwas: Aye aye, sir!
