USCMRPG

Date: 17th August, 2080AD, 2100 UT
Location: Barnard's Star, PT-554 (In Bush)
Operation: Training Op
Mission timer: 04:06:30

Ares disappeared into the dark opening of the make shift field HQ, resided in a former colonial building. The building had a pentagonal shape with one entry due to the southe east. After a few seconds a scream pierced the hissing sound of the rain, drumming against the roof. Then after a second or two a male screamed hoarsely "Get if of me!". A short burst of gunfire was heard. Then silence.

Date: 17th August, 2080AD
Location: Barnard's Star, PT-554 (In Bush)
Operation: Training Op

Keeping an eye on the motion tracker as he follows Mckenzie in. "Ok did Ares just find a new chew toy or was that something else entirely?" Checking any open passages be it door hall or even hole in the roof with his rifle he keeps following Mckenzie.

OOC: Ok...was McKenzie able to see anything over his eyepiece?

Date: 17th August, 2080AD, 2100 UT
Location: Barnard's Star, PT-554 (In Bush)
Operation: Training Op
Mission timer: 04:06:30


[quote=""The GM""] After a few seconds a scream pierced the hissing sound of the rain, drumming against the roof. Then after a second or two a male screamed hoarsely "Get if of me!". A short burst of gunfire was heard. Then silence.[/quote]


"Shit! Just what I wanted to hear." Morrison thought, as he rose up, and signalled the rest of the squad to follow him as he rushed up the building's entrance.

"Stack up left." he said camly to the Marines that remained outside.



Morrison then looked behind him, making sure he had the fireteam behind him, before turning on the tranceiver.

"McKenzie- give me an update! We're prepping for entry. Friendlies at your six, copy?"



He then knelt, and "took the corner", looking into the opening with his rifle at the ready.

OOC: McKenzie saw blurred movement and a flickering light then the screen went static.

Just as Morrison popped his head into view a man rushed past him outside. The man was black clad and sprinted for the jungle some hundred meters away, it seemed like he didn't even notice the Marines lined up at each side of the door.

"Get back here! Jones! Get back here! The bloody...thing is dead! Jones!? Shit!" someone screamed after the man from the room inside. "Christina...go get Jones...Yeah now! Right Now!" a clearly irritated man barked. Seconds after there was movement inside the building.

McKenzie bites his tongue as he hears the gunshot and sees the screen go blank. Taking all of his training to keep form rushing forward blindly he shoulders his weapon and moves toward room.

"Morrison, We have at least one armed Hostile. Canine off line. permission to engage. Over!"

Date: 17th August, 2080AD,
Location: Barnard's Star, PT-554 (In Bush)
Operation: Training Op

"Whoa easy there buddy there are easier ways to do this." Leaning his head around with the IR sight down to help him see a bit better. he points his rifle down the opening. "Hey to the people who just fragged our dog! This is Private Gavin Jones of the USCM 3rd Battalion 2nd Regiment 8th Platoon! Come out now and I won't lob a couple of grenades in there and ease my buddy's pain out here!" Motioning for Wolf to back up Mckenzie so he can swing around with the smartgun if necessary. He then leans back letting the more experienced one do firing if necessary.



OOC: I am pretty sure that ain't me hauling ass for the tree line.

Eileen was following Morrison's lead to the building when the gunshots sounded. The reaction from McKenzie was immediate, and for a second she thought he was about to charge in. Instead she was startled by a figure sprinting from the door, someone inside yelling after him, and before she had more than a chance to register that Jones was making his warning to the occupants.

Goddamn it if everything didn't have a way of turning interesting in just a few seconds. Not exactly the approach she would have chosen, but too late to worry about that.

"Morrison," she muttered over the command channel, "See if you can make them buy that. I'll try and stop our runaway."



Eileen raised her rifle and fired one deliberately misaimed shot after the fleeing figure, "Stop and get on the ground, now!"

Date: 17th August, 2080AD,
Location: Barnard's Star, PT-554 (In Bush)
Operation: Training Op

A bit startled by the gun shot from the LT of all people. "Ah now you done it you pissed off the boss by killing the dog. How does this sound you come on out now and we can discuss this like reasonable people. You see we got a pick up scheduled for our R and R. How about you come out and join us on it I promise a much better locale than this piss pot. How's that sound?" Looking over at Wolf shrugging having to come up with such bs on the spot. Looking sheepishly in the direction of Morrison. knowing he's going to be on KP for at least the rest of the next 4 tours in the Marines. He just hoping he ain't kicked through the wall.

He heard the gunshot and his first instinct was to open fire back, enraged on the people inside that killed their dog, Jones saw his his green eyes turning red and the flames in his eyes didn't let anyone mistake, Jimmy wanted to pay the bastards back.

bull30548 wrote: "Whoa easy there buddy there are easier ways to do this."

Damn asses they shot the dog and we are talking with them? No we should throw a smoke grenade inside that room and gas the bastards then we take them unprepared.

Jones was already in position so Jimmy get also in position to open fire if necesary but the first move have been made by somewbody else, a small firearm shot? LT have open fire?. He still waited for a reply from those inside but his lust for combat made his heart to pump more adrenaline in his blood.

The running man halted immidiately as the shot sound. He was hesitating for a few seconds - Then he started sprinting like mad towards the jungle, zig zagging to make it harder to hit him.

Date: 17th August, 2080AD,
Location: Barnard's Star, PT-554 (In Bush)
Operation: Training Op


Sticking the motion tracker into the doorway and looking at the display. Jones just keeps on chatting away waiting for a response. "You know even in warfare today it considered polite to introduce yourself. You know name rank serial number. I'll accept those and anything else you want to tell us. Pretty resonable kind of guy until you know I am told to toss a couple of HE grenades in there and haul ass. I really don't want to so why don't you just talk to us." Adjusting the dials on the tracker to try and narrow and broaden the band to detect further into the structure.

A burst of gunfire fire from the room sends a hail of rounds screaming out the doorway.