Alex just surveys the carnage, abject deep-seated horror covered by a mask of resignation. "They just... keep going. Damage is temporary at best." He frowns.
"Iason, I know fine control can be taxing, but I need you to try to take these things apart at the molecular level. Miss Reece, likewise, if you're up to it. Red and Eliza, I want suppressing fire to back up Azura while she's with me on civilian redirection. Every dead Kree's just another body for this... thing."
If there isn't a better solution, he's using emergency protocols and getting access to planet-cracker level countermeasures. This is a plague, plain and simple, and sometimes the only way is to cut out the infection.
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