As your dropships enter the atmosphere, most find a most unwelcome landing as their crafts are covered with the swarm before they hit the ground. The rest are soon mopped up by the new forms issuing from the growing cracks in the crust, filling the gaping holes left by your bombardments. The voice again echoes in your head. You think the swarm is the worst of it's kind? It is merely the fabrication, the servant, of the real enemy. You must stop this self-righteous madness before more of your people are sacrificed. I can defeat the swarm, but not it's master. Not one of us can stand alone against it. [Edited on 8/8/2004 8:31:57 PM]