There he was. Lieutenant General Chesty Puller, in full android glory. Disregarding the airlock, the artificial man stepped out of the hot radioactive desert air and into the command bunker. His metallic dress uniformed glistened as he purged his artificial body of radioactive particles. Although the average battle droid would be equipped with long term purging solutions, Chesty was only equipped with a Mark 4 Radioactive Particle Filter which needed to be replaced after every third purge. Sure enough, Chesty's Mk. 4 popped out of his back which was quickly replaced by a human aide.
"Status report Colonel!" Chesty bowelled.
A human officer in battle uniform responded, "several Xeno Divisions have surrounded the 4th Marine Division outside Las Vegas."
"Where was the 4th going?"
"The 4th was attempting to reach the Vegas Array."
"Then god damn, they will. There are not enough xenos in the system to stop a fully armed Marine regiment from going where ever they want to go!!"
"Yes sir, but they're outnumbered 20 to 1!"
Chesty paused for a moment, his tactical positronic net attempting to formulate a battle plan. The advent of the android soldier changed the face of warfare on Earth but the Xeno threat required more. Thus the Geospatial Electro-Neural Expert in Realtime Action Layouts (G.E.N.E.R.A.L.) was born. Whoever came up with the idea of applying the minds of historical generals to modern interstellar warfare problems was a damn near genius.
"TACTICAL SOLUTION REACHED."
Despite the power of the G.E.N.E.R.A.L's, few wanted to turnover complete control of the USMC to a metal man so the G.E.N.E.R.A.L's remained as only advisors to the human officers.
"What solution have you reached Chesty?"
"They're surrounded. That simplifies the problem. Order the 4th to assume tactical stance Delta-33-A and dispatch the 11th and 14th Heavy Droid Infantry to surround the xenoes and execute tactical maneuver Delta-33-B."
"Good advice. I accept that proposal. Major! Transmit instructions to the 4th and radio Droid Base Southwest Blue to prepare for troop movements."
"Major transmit the following message to the 4th courtesy of CHESTY-3: Don’t forget that you’re Real Marines! Not all the xenoes in hell can overrun you!"
"Yes sir!"