USCMRPG

Ward slowly awakened, the sedative beginning to wear off. He regained consciousness moments later and looked around and saw Schrodder hovering over him. A comment immediately popped into his head. "I know I'm pretty, but could ya back off a bit." Ward said, grinning at his buddy. Ward looked around ...

((OOC: Jerome, no acid sprayed out of the dead xeno, so how did he melt your Pulse Rifle? Secondly, Quinn has sedated me. I'm incapicitated right now.))

"Thanks Doc..." Ward said, feeling the effects of the medicine kick in. He began to lose conscioussness already. It reacted fast, traveling through his bloodstream. Darkness began to consume everything around him. Soon, all he could hear was the weapons fire around him and soon even that dimmed into...

((Erika, the easiest way to have put that and without being repetitive would have been to have said, "Petrova and Erika would leapfrog forward, changing positions every so often." Instead of repeating the same thing over and over.)) Ward was becoming desperate. The acid was still burning on both his...

Ward grimaced in both pain and slight anger. His rounds had missed and pinged off the wall behind the alien. At least Jerome had escaped, and without injury too. 'Lucky bastard.' Ward thought as his upperhalf fell back to the ground. He had given into the pain he had felt and was now laying complete...

Ward sat his head up and estimated Jerome was within range of a firearm. He unholstered his pistol and flipped the safety off. He then sat up as best he could, gritting his teeth in excrutiating pain. He would not do this again. Jerome would have to thank him after this. Though it was the least he c...

"HOR!!" Ward exclaimed, attempting to get up and walk. To his dismay, he could barely even sit up without gritting his teeth in excrutiating pain. This was turning to hell real fast. Ward checked to see if his radio still worked, hoping he could contact the rest of the platoon. They needed help ASAP...

Ward screamed out in pain as acidic blood sprayed over his body. His head, arms, and shoulders had taken the most acid spray, though thankfully his combat helmet had soaked up most of the acid to his head. He felt two hands wrap around his ankles. One of the Marines had managed to grab him. The xeno...

Ward was being pulled through pipes by the xeno. No way was this bastard going to take him down that easily. He may have only been a private and a 'newbie', but he was still a Marine. And a Marine knew how to kill. He aimed his M41A Pulse Rifle at its back and pulled the trigger, feeling the weapon ...

((OOC: We've been moving out this entire time, dude. Just so you know)) Ward turned and looked at Hor as they proceeded to move closer to the barricades and with renewed vigor thanks to the ever inspiring words of Gunnery Sergeant Screaming-Eagle. They had been moving the entire time. He wondered if...

Ward was anxious to get back. They needed to get back on the Costaguana and completely annihiliate the space station. The defecation was about to hit the oscillation. He could feel it. He sighed and continued to move with the group, sticking close to their radio man. Though his highly disliked the m...

"Yes sir." Ward said. It's not like he could help it. When he had a bad feeling, he was usually right. It was a curse, not a gift. It had plagued him since he was a child and if Robo had been there, he'd have stuck up for him and his 'bad feelings'. Though, Ward was never one to argue with a lieuten...

"Look asshole, in case you haven't been keepin' up with current events, those motion trackers don't do shit! And you may be able to see, but this damned mist limits your vision. You're our radio guy for God's sake. Fall the fuck back and let someone else take point. If we die. Good. If you die, bad....

Ward opened a private channel to Roberts' and spoke into the microphone. "Roberts', if I killed our radio man would you be pissed?" Ward whispered into the microphone, making sure no one heard him. Ward knew Roberts' would laugh at it because of the tone of his voice. It wasn't of seriousness, but t...

"Roger." Ward said, than formed up tighter with his group. Ward kept his eyes looking forward straight forward. He was attempting to locate anything out of the ordinary, something that was nearly impossible in the dense mist that had befallen the area. He felt they had walked into the pits of hell a...