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Boothe and Giosso were bringing up the rear of the Eights, and Boothe had been turning on his heel every other time he saw a tree that made good cover. The enemy WOULD outflank the turrets, or hit them with heavy explosives. Still, fuck it. He decided to close the gap with the rest of the group and ...

So I've bought the Cloud Nine Board game of Firefly. I've also JUST opened up the Blue sun expansion. I like it, but the solo games are a little... a lotta... lonely. For a creative RP, the 'misbehaving' cards and the job cards are a great starting point for gameplay. Just a thought, I mean there is...

"Slag me...." Sal growled as he safetied his rifle and slide it around back on the strap. He siezed the turret by the 'easy' lift handles and growled as he free lifted it from the ground to a short cluster of rocks. <Roll Strength> The way Sal lined it up, the turret would have a full view over the ...

Sal had let our a cheer as the dropship had dropped high explosive hell on the oncoming insurrectionists. He had smiled at the idea of getting off this rock. He had even looked up in hope that maybe a second ship was coming to aid when he saw the rocket arc toward the dropship. Sal grit his teeth ha...

"Roger," Sal's response was taciturn as he moved ahead and kept his eyes between the ground at his feet and the lay of the land ahead. <Roll Awareness, Advance> Grouping up on a singular position had the advantage of a 'quick' in and out, but damn it if it wouldn't concentrate the enemy on one posit...

As Sal switched from swearing under his breath to swearing internally, He matched pace with Mark and began to retrace the squad's route back to Quinn's position. They'd take a slight curve, but it wasn't in fully open ground and hopefully less likely to be mined. "Hurry, carefully..." He muttered, a...

Sal flinched at the contact from Roberts, but sighed as the obvious answer spun new worries into his head. "Shiiit, if they've got missiles on the ground," He looked from Roberts to Sam. "They might have rigged em on the freighters, distract our ride looking down and they throw a sucker punch in the...

Sal let his gun fall to his side as the sight unfolded in front of him. Missiles. God Damn MISSILES. "Who the fuck gave these shits fucking MISSILES?" Sal swore. "They can't program goddamn sentry guns, but they've got fucking-" He swore, gripped his gun. He looked around, waiting for an order. Runn...

Morse, I ask because, at least for the moment, you're at the helm... But do you still have that thing I sent you?

Sal held his position after the rebels had been torn up, checking his ammo count and keeping an ear open. He still was caught off by the sound from above, hoping it might have been reinforcements. No such luck. "SHIT!" He swore as the drone dropped a grenade on the dead bodies. The debris scattered ...

Sal had rejoined his squad and things had returned to that sort of silent equilibrium they did during exercises. Seeing real humans in his sights he suddenly felt a little silly. Not long ago, in the scheme of things, he'd been burning monsters that could tear men in half and shear through metal wit...

Sal threw a look over his shoulder as Bell (apparently) sped off to rejoin his group. "Alright, see ya." Sal muttered. "Don't say bye, or nothing." He closed the distance with his squad and found some cover near Sam. "I swear to Christ, Didn't I say something about mines and traps?" He had his mic o...

Booth wasn't dead, that was good. The guns weren't shooting at him anymore, that was GREAT. The radio silence was, however, something creepy as hell. There wasn't any more gunfire and that was really worrisome. "Fuuuuck." Sal said as he looked back at the marine with him, Bell? Yeah, probably him. H...

Hmm. Well, if the fire mission goes through, we can at least level some of the ground between us and htem.

You really do get shit on alot Morse...

Tell me, how does that make you feel?