M2T6

[tpc]

"Sir what is that",The private yelped gripping is pulse rifle tight, ready to fire.

[Morse]

Morse heard the whinning of the motion tracker picking up movement. He didn't know much about it himself, but he knew that sound meant movement. He shifted from backwards to forwards, he kept up with the pace that the squad was moving at, and as always he was happy to be in the back, but on the same note didn't want to get shot in the back either.

Thats great, the gatekeepers done commin to greet us, thats fuckin great. Morse said quietly.

<Tag 4th squad

The meter on the M41A was reading 95, the right number for once. He didn't have a hair trigger, Morse knew his ability's with the M41A, so he kept his finger off the trigger, but he could fire it at any time. He just waited as the whining of the ominouse signal came in closer and closer

[Tyler Ishizawa]

Ishizawa walked into the dome with the rest of 3rd squad to see that 4th had already gone down, with 2nd squad descending into the darkness below.

"All right 3rd, were next. Mongo, O'Brien, you guys might want to sling the M42's and draw your VP-70's, it'll be close quarters down there"

Ishizawa waited for the sound of the elevator to start back up again when he heard 4th squads tracker go off over the comms. He froze.

He stood nervously, listening in on the situation as it unfolded while the elevator made its way back up.

OOC: Sorry for missing out on the last turn.

[Raider65]

Erik walked point position for 4th. The others shoulder lamps shining behind him made the dark into weird gyrating shadows that played far out in front of him. He was glad for the others behind him, it made him feel assured in a way, knowing the training that they had been through.

The motion tracker suddenly reacted.

"Cpl Pitt, do we wait for contact or move out to initiate it?"



He walked with the Smartgun leveled, his right eye reading the info fed to it through the sight HUD from the gun's tracker. His right hand sweating alittle as he waited to feel the Smartgun's slight but firm movements that would signal a target lock. With his left hand, he raised the tracker up to look with his left eye at the little screen that gave range and direction to the sound.

He slowed down abit and tried to step very quietly by instinct but the tracker noise would give away their position before his own foot steps that were being muffled by the ash on the floor.

[Dugan]

Sgt. Simovic, this is 4th squad. We have movement ahead. Moving in" He said over the comm

"Ok copy that, you have permission to engage if the targets are a threat".




Simovic was still waiting with First Squad at the top of the elevator. As the platform started to ascend 3rd Squad got ready to move on. "Corporal Ishizawa watch your spacing down there, if squads start to bunch up hold yours off for a while. The last thing we want is a grenade taking half the platoon out".



He turned to First Squad "Patch while we're waiting have another go at logging on to one of the terminals in here see if you can find any more info"

[Dirk Pitt]

"Ok copy that, you have permission to engage if the targets are a threat".

"Roger that. Cleared to engage hostiles. 4th out." Dirk said over the comm.

"Cpl Pitt, do we wait for contact or move out to initiate it?"

Dirk walked up quickly. Placeing a hand on Erik's shoulder. "We initiate it. Best defence and all that." He said


"Ok 4th. Lets go. Be ready for contact. Its game time" Dirk said as he noved faster towards the movement.



(Roll awareness)

[eyeball]

"roger that sarge , if nothing else i will try to find a floor plan"patch replied

(roll comp)

[Ranger2011]

Johnson shifted nervously as sounds of the Motion Trackers came over the comm. He looked through the mesh at the slowly ascending elevator and turned to his squadmates and sighed deeply.

[Morse]

Morse kept within about half a meters distance away from the others in 4th squad. His eyes were trained on nothing in particular. The hallway was small and his light lit up most of what was in front of him. He wasn't turning to face forward anymore, he just kept walking backward. Sometimes the motion tracker wouldn't pick up junk, and he wasn't about to get shot, and he sure as hell wasn't gonna get blamed for having his squad get shot in the back either.

I'm not liking this Pitt, not liking this shit a bit Morse said quietly. His M41A still pointed to the rear of the of the squad as he walked backwards.

<Tag Dirk

[Raider65]

Erik proceeded, strengthened by the knowledge that the Marines were behind him and that they were all in this together, would watch each others backs and would go through this together no matter what.

He watched the tracker's screen, steadying the Smartgun with his right hand. Every three steps he'd sweep from side to side a wide angle with the hand held MT.

He searched the area ahead with his left eye. Looking for choke points or places of ambush. He looked for traps too.

He realized that he was exposed walking down the middle of the corridor. He'd have to rely on his reflexs, his training and his armor to give him a chance and at trying not to be surprised. Alot of other people were counting on him with their lives. He hoped he wouldn't disappoint.

[Dirk Pitt]

I'm not liking this Pitt, not liking this shit a bit Morse said quietly. His M41A still pointed to the rear of the of the squad as he walked backwards.

<Tag Dirk

"Don't sweat it Morse. Anything goes south the smartgun will mow them down." Dirk said, not taking his eyes from scanning the darkness.

[Apachetear]

Jacob hadn't said a word, listening happily to the well drilled actions of his squad, and letting them proceed correctly.

Rifle raised, he aimed down the sights as he trod slowly down the corridor next to the squad.

"Calm and steady, nobody wants to die in this shitty little corridor now, do they?" He murmered quietly...

[Obi]

right 3rd, were next. Mongo, O'Brien, you guys might want to sling the M42's and draw your VP-70's, it'll be close quarters down there"

"I'm already one step ahead of you CPL."  O'Brien said with a grin,  looking down the lift shaft into the descending darkness it seemed to be reaching out and trying to swallow them into the blackness and it chilled him to the core.  I really have to stop reading horror novels he thought.  "So either they moved out in a hurry or i am guessing that they didn't keep up with their power bill for their lights, either way guys this is pretty frigging freaky wouldn't you agree?"  O'Brien asked as he watched the lift descended again into the darkness.

Before he could continue the shrill whine of a motion tracker making contact came over the platoons radio net and cut him off.  Looking around at his fellow squad mates he with a wry smile and a low voice, "well i guess that answered that question if there is anyone here."

3rd Sqd

[Tyler Ishizawa]

Simovic was still waiting with First Squad at the top of the elevator. As the platform started to ascend 3rd Squad got ready to move on. "Corporal Ishizawa watch your spacing down there, if squads start to bunch up hold yours off for a while. The last thing we want is a grenade taking half the platoon out".

"Got it Sergeant"

Just as Ishizawa had replied, the elevator finally reached the surface.

"All right third, its our turn, lets go!", Ishizawa said as he stepped onto the elevator with the rest of third squad. Once the entire squad was onboard, he hit the switch, and the elevator began to slowly descend.

"So either they moved out in a hurry or i am guessing that they didn't keep up with their power bill for their lights, either way guys this is pretty frigging freaky wouldn't you agree?"

"Guess we'll find out soon. Be ready for anything down there, and watch your fire around the other squads".

[Obi]

As 3rd Sqd piled in the elevator, O'Brien entered last and took up position on the right hand side of the lift facing the doors, sidearm at the ready for when the lift doors opened.  While the lift was descending he took the time get out his water bottle and take a swig.  Better rehydrate now while i get a quiet moment too he mused.  Glancing around at his squad mates he thought taking in thier unreadable expressions.  Feeling the lift slow down, he thoughtlets do this.