But his voice amplified over the loudspeaker was powerful and clear; muffling the cries and roars of the xenomorphs that were tearing his men apart rapidly. He could not look to the front-lines of the battlefield; for he saw dismembered bodies and heads literally flying through the air.
The skyscrapers around him were in ruins; some ablaze, some collapsing. The regiment's snipers, logistics, communications and command staff were situated in Alterius Spire, the last unmollested structure within Tarsonis City; and perhaps the continent. Of course; the xenomorph fliers had the ability to topple vast swathes of the continent within seconds.
Even the pile of rocks that he stood upon to elevate himself was unstable. But to evacuate those support units would cripple their position. He sighed to himself. It was a hopeless battle. Who he fought for were businessmen. He had studied the warfare of yore, and despite his years of service in the Confederate Army, was but a colonel.
The Marine Corps was on the outskirts of the city; far from the central business district. The insurgent forces were close to Naggalfar Square; the regiment's location, but the technologically advanced aliens would cut them down if they attempted to traverse the swarms of xenomorphs via air; if they would even bother to aid his men. With a moment of hesistance, he began to speak into the microphone that dangled on the rocks.
"All units, rendezvous at Alterius Spire!" Aleksander said, with nervous urgency. Alterius Spire led to the subterranean rail network of Tarsonis, and from there, the Regiment could escape from the city. As the infantry on the front-lines turned from their sandbags to sprint towards him, they were filled by projectiles flinged by sloping creatures.
But suddenly, they begn to attack each other. His men took no notice, but Aleksander squinted his eyes. Yes, they were still attacking his men - but they were additionally attacking themselves, for some unknown reason. Agonizing pain suddenly struck Aleksander, a migraine. Something akin to radio static became apparent within his hearing. Aleksander leaped from the pile of rocks, screaming.
Adjascent to him was the Regimental Commissar, one whose sole purpose was to maintain loyalty within the regiment, at any cost. And his objective was aided by his powerful psionic ability. Aleksander could barely see him, as his vision became black, and pain even more amplified.
Suddenly, the Commissar - whose name he never learned, for purposes of fear and mystery - began to radiate streaks of miniature lightning from his hands, with the effect eventually covering his entire body. Aleksander noticed that he shared the same pain as he did - but within a moment, the commissar's body exploded, organs and limbs flying across the air, and a large glow appeared, knocking Aleksander upon the pile of rocks that he had stood upon. Instantly, he became unconscious.