Uploading some art from a while back - Commission for Toasty9399! This was actually a commission of a scene from ExForce 1: Columbus Day" by Craig Alanson.


To quote Toasty - the background and setup for this scene is as follows:

You’re on leave from the army for Columbus Day, and you’re visiting your family in rural Maine. When the sky began to twinkle with small lights, you were curious. When the radio started reporting that power plants and factories were being destroyed by hypersonic railgun darts from orbit, you were concerned.
When a burning streak flew right above you, and you heard a loud BANG towards Olafsen’s potato field. Well… Let’s say you were a little more than concerned.
Only ten minutes after the first sites got hit, the radio said the governor declared a state of emergency, urged everybody to remain calm, then divulged into static. All communications were down, no phones, no nothing.
You go and see a crashed alien dropship with its nose half submerged in a pond and streaks of dirt prowled up behind it. It’s engines began to spin again as it rose from the ground and flew low and unsteadily over the treeline towards the center of town.
Not really knowing what to do, you gather a small group of people to go see what was happening. After driving past the crowded roads of panicked drivers, your group finally arrives at a hill overlooking the town. You’re surprised. Really, what other reaction would you have when you see a dropship in the middle of town, and a bunch of alien supersoldiers in powered armor guarding the smoking wreck.
As you continue watching, one… of the aliens pokes their head out of the dropship. Popping the window open, you see the face of a cute and furry bewhiskered hamster bastard gazing in awe at the magnificence of Thompson Corners, and asking the pilot where the hell they were. He soon shied away when he was yelled at for going outside unprotected. That’s what you guess anyways, you couldn’t understand them.
Well, now that you think about it, some things start making sense. Why would aliens target your town in the middle of nowhere? Surely, they never planned on being here in the first place judging by the smoking wreck, but it seems they had to make the best out of their situation and follow their orders to the best of their ability, that’s what you would do anyways. Soldiers are soldiers, whether they have fur or scales.
So that’s why one hamster pulled out a tube of some kind, and launched missiles at the local potato warehouse, bridge, and railroad tracks.
Because surely alien supersoldiers would definitely care about a papermill, not. Unless they were hippies.
The group asks you what to do, you being the de facto leader because you’re the only person from the military. Nonetheless, you guess that the aliens are waiting for emergency transport of some kind.
‘So what will we do?’ They ask.
Well, clearly we can’t defeat them. A handful of hunting rifles and shotguns wouldn’t do anything against their advanced armor. So what else can we do that would be useful?
Well… Why are they here in the first place? Yes… Information would be very useful. The government would like that. So maybe instead of killing them all, you could capture one.
So you look at the materials you have access to.
A few hunting rifles and shotguns.
A stick of TnT from an old mine.
A few lead vests from the dentistf for X-Ray machines.
And an off-brand ice cream truck with a badly painted and moranic Barney the dinosaur, alongside superheroes, spongebob and… you get what I mean.
After memorizing the hamster’s patrol patterns, you all come up with a plan and get to work.
Waiting for the perfect moment when a pair of soldiers walk down an old brick alleyway, you set off a stick of dynamite and cover the soldiers in rubble. With the icecream truck parked mere feet away, you and two others run down, grab the groaning alien and drag him into the Barney tuck.
You all are speeding down the road inside an icecream truck, frantically pulling off the alien’s armor and throwing it outside the truck while covering the alien in lead vests. The hamster alien, who is fading in and out of consciousness from their injuries, probably has trackers on their armor and equipment, hence why you’re chucking it all outside while speeding down the road at 60 plus miles an hour.

Let’s just say, trying to get as far away from an advanced dropship that was performing search and rescue, scanning everything while you were frantically stripping the alien super soldier, the one they were looking for in the first place, of all it’s advanced armor and equipment then throwing it out the back while the alien it faded in and out of consciousness, was a very stressful time.