A/N: Okay so first things first I need to apologise a lot for the length of time it has taken me to update. I'll put it down to a lack of motivation, a holiday, and a rough mental health patch. Hopefully updates should become a lot more regular from now on.

Second things second, this chapter was a pain to write because I knew exactly what I wanted to happen but I struggled getting it down on paper, so I'm sorry if this isn't great.

Anywhooo, enjoy and please review :)

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters

To say that the atmosphere on board the ship the next morning was tense would be an understatement.

Each squadron was transported in its own ship. The soldiers sat in large holding areas, shoulders hunched, brows furrowed. Beca's hand never left Chloe's during the three hour journey.

"It'll be okay," Beca said softly every now and then.

"I know," Chloe replied, squeezing her hand.

"Something isn't right," Jesse said as they came within an hour of the planet.

"What isn't right?" Beca asked.

"This whole setup it just feels wrong," he said. "Why are they suddenly concerned with our civilians? And why are they just letting us land? They could launch a missile, take out or ship in a second, and kill us all without needing to fight."

"Who's to say they don't have a missile locked on us right now?" Bumper asked, his voice strained. "I mean, we're fucking sitting ducks out here aren't we?"

"That's not helpful, Allen," Luke, a soldier from another team said.

"It's true though, isn't it? Swanson's right. Some thing's wrong. And we're aren't getting out of this."

The ship landed and the Blue squadron left the ship and began helping the other soldiers set up medic stations and barricades.

To their surprise, the air in the atmosphere of the planet was breathable, so they all removed their helmets and got to work.

"Now what?" Fat Amy asked as they looked around their temporary camp.

"We wait for further instructions," Aubrey said.

It wasn't long before they heard Chief Higgins in their earpiece.

"Squadrons fall in," he said. The soldiers all stood to attention, in their colour coded squadrons. "Red and Orange take the north of the camp. Yellow and Green take the East. Blue and Purple take the South. And Black and White, take the west."

They all took up their position.

"You have hostile forces coming at you from all sides. Take them out."

"Blue, can you hear me?" Boston's voice sounded in their earpiece.

"Yes sir," Aubrey, Bumper, Luke and the other team sergeants responded.

"Good luck," he said.

Aubrey and Beca looked at each other before nodding, and lifting their guns into position, before stepping in front of the barricades, the rest of the Bellas, Trebles and a few other teams from Blue and Purple following them.

They stepped into the mist of the planet and left the safety of the camp behind, knowing the soldiers left would defend it, as they went out to scout the aliens.

It seemed to happen so quickly.

One minute their was silence, the next they were being swarmed with Malician.

Beca could almost feel the scar on her back burn as she heard their garbled shrieking.

She opened fire and heard the rest of the soldiers around her do the same. The Malician were dispatched without much trouble, but they were immediately followed by Screamers.

"White noise on!" Aubrey yelled. Her shout was echoed by other sergeants they all flicked the switch on their computers.

Again, they were taken out without serious injury.

"Is everyone okay?" Aubrey asked as the last of the Screamers died.

They all confirmed that they were.

"What is the situation like back at camp?" She asked.

A sergeant that had stayed behind let them know that so far, nothing had reached them.

"Why are they coming in waves?" Beca asked, wiping her forehead with the crook of her elbow. "Why not just swarm us?"

"It's like a training exercise," Cynthia Rose said.

Their muttered discussion was cut short when they heard a panicked shout from somewhere out in the mist.

"What was th-"

Aubrey's question was cut off by another cry, much closer to them.

"Bumper!" Fat Amy yelled, recognizing the voice.

"Run!" He shouted. Amy was already sprinting in the direction of his voice, the Bellas close behind her.

They found Bumper on the ground, blood gushing from a wound in his neck.

"It wouldn't die," he said, his hand clutching at Amy's, slick with blood. Chloe was at his side along with the Treble medic, desperately trying to staunch the bleed. "It just wouldn't fucking die."

But it was too late, and with a final blood-filled cough, Bumper died.

"We have to move," Jesse said.

Amy nodded, and wiped her eyes before standing up.

"Shoot them in the head," Jesse said, nodding towards the steadily moving army of unknown enemies.

Beca had never seen, or read about them before, but she didn't hesitate in opening fire on them.

The rest of the soldiers did the same, as they began to walk backwards towards their camp and the barricade.

These new enemies looked just like they did when they wore their helmets. Except humans couldn't take several bullets in the stomach and keep walking.

"In the head," Jesse said again, "You have to get them in the head."

The enemies began moving quicker, and raised weapons of their own. In unison, they fired.

"Back to the camp!" Aubrey shouted, and they turned and ran. "Hostiles approaching the camp," she said, alerting the soldiers left behind. "Prepare to fire."

Fat Amy didn't turn and run. She carried on her slow walk backwards as she fired into this new batch of enemy, making head shot after head shot.

"Amy we have to go now," Beca said, turning to pull her along.

"Not until I've killed every fucking one of them," she said.

"We can kill them from the camp, let's go!" Beca yelled.

With a frustrated shout, Amy turned and the two girls caught up with the group.

When they made it back to the camp they saw the other squadrons had gone.

"What the fuck is going on, we can't fight this alone," Beca said.

Aubrey made contact with another squadron.

"We were told to retreat," he said, his voice confused. "We were told to fall back and return to the ship."

"Aubrey, they're getting closer," Beca said from her position at the barricade.

"We need to get the fuck out of here," Cynthia Rose said.

"Boston, what is going on?" Aubrey said. "Why weren't we given the call to retreat?"

"Hold your position, Posen," he said, his voice calm.

"We'll be killed, there's no way we can win this," she said.

"I said, hold your position. Do not retreat. Do not disobey orders, Posen.

"Aubrey hesitated. She could see the creatures advancing towards them.

Hundreds of them.

Maybe even thousands.

If she disobeyed orders, she'd be exiled for sure. Wasn't this exactly what Stacie had done?

If they stayed... If they stayed they'd be dead in minutes..

"Blue squadron, fall back! I repeat, fall back!" She shouted, herding her team towards the last ship on the planet.

Seconds later, a spray of enemy fire hit the camp.

In the second it took Chloe to instinctively push Beca to the ground, she was hit.