USCMRPG

2179 AD, 28th September
Location: CSC Sector, Saint John, Anubis station, Sub level 1
Mission timer: 00:00:39:18

The fight was on, the creatures came charging down the corridor completely regardless of their own survival - On the contrary they were so eager and agressive they almost elbowed eachother to get first in place. A solid wall of furiously screaming and squirming grey exoskeletal bodies approached position II. Stormhurst depressed the firing trigger of his M56 servo mounted smartgun. The gun vibrated slightly but sent a steady stream of death into the closest alien, which was struck all over the head and left arm. The creature fell over with a snarl and was immidiately overtaken by another. Stormhurst let go of the trigger after just a few rounds, the auto targeter selected a new target for him and he fired again. This time the creatures where even closer - But his servo assisted aim was true and another creature fell after getting it's chest torn apart by the heavy M56 slugs.

Now the other marines of position two joined in with their pulse rifles and pump action grenade launchers. Morse fired two short controlled bursts, the first went wide, perhaps of exitement and peppered the steel just left of the closest alien in a shower of sparks. His next burst was better off and completely severed the right leg of an alien which momens later where struck by another burst square in the chest - Fired by Corporal Honeysett. The alien fell without a sound.

Honeysett followed up by blasting a grenade down the corridor from his pump action launcher, the grenade missed the first two alies but struck a third which came leaping behind square on the head. The grenade entered the skull of the creature before exploding the whole beast form inside in a thick explosion of fire, exoskeletal body parts and thick yoghurt like acidic blood. Shrapnel from the round also superficially wounded two close by creatures, white blood seeping out from gashes on their long oval heads. Undeterred they charged closer, shrieking.

Pitt fired a long burst of fire down the two wounded creatures which both where engulfed, shrieking in anger or pain, who could know, the creatures fell to the floor squirming. Their tails lashed the walls so fiercly that the platings where torn lose and came flying down the hall. The incinerator roared again and ended the two nightmares misery before they could get on their feet again.

At position one Dugan, Patch, Heart and Steiner heard how position one was attacked. Moments later two blips separated themselves from the main stream and came towards their corner. The Aliens didn't even slow down, one ran on the wall whilst the other slipped and slid on the floor grating. Their legs pumped fiercly as they charged towards the marines, as if oblivious to their impending doom. Dugan fired two short bursts, both striking the creature square in the chest. To his suprise the creature still came boring down towards them, although significantly slowed by the impact of the 10mm explosive tipped light armor piercing. Windrider tried his luck and fired a short burst, missing alogether. He fired again, the creature still rushing towards them. His rounds took both in the leg and in chest of the creature which finally fell to the ground and skid several meters before coming to a halt. The other alien lept over its fallen comrade with catlike agility and came boring down - A wall of flame engulfed it, but it still came towards the marines. Patchs M41 roared fiercly, cycling round after round so fast it almost felt like one long push rather than individual recoil strikes against his shoulder. The first rounds struck the floor due to overcompensating the climb, but as he continued the rounds found its mark hundreds of a second later. The impacts twisted the creature sideways, severed its arm and finally tearing its face clean off in a bright flash as a 10mm round exploded inside its mouth.

Patch kept the trigger pressed in panic and the weapon continued cycling, the ammo counter rapidly sank as he kept pumping rounds into the burning carcass that had now fallen to the ground a mere five meters in front of him.

Meanwhile at position V O'brien and Jonsson was awaiting the elevator anxiously. They heard first how position II opened up and then shortly after they heard automatic fire and the unmistaking roar of a flame thrower from position I as well. Both turned away from the elevator when the firefight started, just for a few seconds.

That was enough...

Suddenly and completely without warning a long fingered and clawed hand punched through the webbed elevator gate and grabbed O'briens shoulder armour. The claws tore three long gashes into the metal and pinned O'brien helplessly agains the elevator gate. Jonsson spun around and quickly grabbed O'brien trying to tear him lose but he was held firm. Behind O'brien Jonsson saw how more creatures entered the shaft from below.

At position IV Quinn and Lippa saw what was happening near the elevator. They needed an alternate escape route. Just near Jonssons struggling feet as he wrestled to try and get O'brien free Quinn saw an air duct exhaust, perhaps a meter and a half in square - It should lead out or at least away from here and he quickly lead his troops towards it before moving to help Jonsson with O'brien.

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OOC: I might have gotten some people positions wrong, to my excuse I must point out it is quite a feat synching 18 peoples individual ideas of a situation on a paper with just a few words of direction. Regardless I hope I have gotten it somewhat right, I have spent more than 2½ hours on this turn alone with all combat, map drawing and not least trying to figure where everyone are! If something is way out west let me know and I'll correct it. Game on!!!

Ishizawa held position along with Mongo and Monks at position 3. He could hear the gunfire roaring from the other positions as the creatures began swarming their way towards the Marines.

He nervously stood with Mongo and Monks, looking back at Johnson and O'Brien who were securing the elevator shaft. Just as he looked away for a split second, his worst fear came true.

Hearing a metallic clanging, he looked back again to see O'Brien being pulled into the elevator shaft by what was without a doubt one of the creatures.

"Mongo, Monks, stay here and kill any non-human son of a bitch that comes this way!", he screamed as he ran down the hall towards O'Brien and Johnson.



As he ran past the Marines, he noticed Quinn, who had tagged along with Kurosaki, pointing out an air shaft.

"Yo Kurosaki! Get your guys through that airshaft, it's the only way out now, I'll take care of the elevator shaft!"



He came to an immediate halt at the shaft and grabbed onto O'Brien's armor, helping Johnson pull him back, but without much luck.

"Johnson, try and fire down at those fuckers in the shaft!"



Seeing previously that the creatures released an acidic substance upon being fired on, and considering the creature was right behind O'Brien, Ishizawa brought up his pulse rifle and repeatedly smashed the creature's limb, hoping to get it to let go.

"HolYYY crap, It's a damn bug swarm!!" Erik said to anyone on his channel.

"Morse, get some grenades down range, Man! I'll lay down some suppressing fire. Going full auto".

Erik figured that there wasn't much room for the bugs to dodge in and with them running down the hall, they'd be running right into his hail of bullets. They didn't seem to care and he figured he'd oblige them nightmares made flesh, which was fine with him.

He hadn't heard the Cpl give the order to shoot but everything happened so fast and he couldn't let them get over ran. People were counting on them to check the tide.

OOC: 50 round full auto suppression pattern fire from right to left.

Time still seem to move at a crawl for O'Brien as the elevator slowly but surely made its way down the shaft.  The sound  of the elevator grew louder as it made its way closer, but was shattered by the sudden roar of weapons fire as one of the sections opened up.  O'Brien turned around quickly to risk a quick glance over his shoulder.  The next thing he knew there was the sound of metal being sheared and ripped away as he suddenly found himself being dragged backwards at incredible speed which ended with him being slammed into the mesh safey grate on the elevator door.  Winded, adrenaline kicked in as he tried to struggle free only to find himself pinned. 

"JOHNSON, ITS GOT ME PINNED!!" O'Brien screamed out. 



Still struggling like a madman, he tried to pull away only to find himself being held securely in place.  The pain increased as he was pulled harder and harder against the mesh grate, the pressure against his body was intense.  He cried out in pain, "FUCK!  GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!"




Dropping his M42A to floor, O'Brien tried to draw his VP-70 while stuggling against the creatures grasp.  Seeing CPL Ishizawa come charging down the passageway, he slammed in next to O'Brien and began to hammer away at the creature with the butt of his pulse rifle.  O'Brien redoubled his efforts to break free.  "Shoot it CPL, Shoot it!  Aim for its midsection, my body armour should hold out for a bit.  SHOOT IT!!!"

Dirk saw the two things fall under his fire from his flame unit. He almost allowed himself a smile as he got ready to leapfrog back to the elevator with his men. After that they could send down some explosives and burrying these nightmares. Then everything changed.

As O'Brien's frantic screams came loud over his headset, a cold chill went down Dirk's spine. Two words echoed in his mind. Cut off.

"Shit." He spat as he sent another stream of flame down the hallway.
"We're cut off. Ok 4th, hold the line!" He shouted.


In one quick motion he put the flame unit on his back and unslung his M-41A and got it ready to fire.  Watching the dim light he waited for the attack.

"This is Pitt. Unsure how long we can hold our pos, but 4th is holding. . request rally point. out" Dirk said.

Quinn double-clicked his mike.

"Platoon, air shaft close to elevator. Could be another way out." Quinn said over the mikes, but O'Brien drew his attention first. He slapped Kurosaki on the shoulder and pointed at the grate. "Get that off and head in!"

Letting his SMG dangle on it's sling that was attached to his armor, Quinn pulled Lippa's shotgun from it's sheath on his back and ran to O'Brien. He did a furious charge into the alien, screaming as he did so, tackling with his shoulder.

Simovic fired at the oncoming alien, he couldn't believe the thing survived two bursts to its chest but was thankful Heart had managed to take care of it, he slapped the marine on the back "Thanks Conrad, I owe you one".



He could hear the contacts raging around and as the other alien in his tunnel slid to mangled heap in front of him he knew that they'd have to act fast or risk being overun from all sides. Hitting his platoon comms he spoke "I have an idea, we risk being overun from the West by the looks of things so I'm going to get Kurosaki to use his demo kit and plant enough explosives to collapse the tunnel. Then we can fallback and try and clear the lift or use an alternative route out of here. Either way we need to stop the flow of these things".



He then spoke directly to Kurosaki's Squad "Kurosaki come forward and plant explosives just behind each team guarding the Western passages, rig the explosives up to a remote detonator then once we've pulled back to a safe distance blow the crap out of this place, hopefully the tunnels will then collapse. Otherwise this might be a very short & bloody last stand".




Simovic then went back to guarding his tunnel.

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!! RELOAD YEAH RELOAD THAT'S GOOD YEAH MORE AMMO Patch slapped in another full clip, his hands were shaking but they were alive.....two bursts to the chest and the damn thing didn't stop!

"err sarge when we leaving?patch asked, and then upon hearing the other comms chatter...ok let me rephrase that....how we leaving?

Suddenly and completely without warning a long fingered and clawed hand punched through the webbed elevator gate and grabbed O'briens shoulder armour. The claws tore three long gashes into the metal and pinned O'brien helplessly agains the elevator gate. Jonsson spun around and quickly grabbed O'brien trying to tear him lose but he was held firm. Behind O'brien Jonsson saw how more creatures entered the shaft from below.

"Get off him you son of a bitch!" Johnson screamed at the monster, tugging with all his might at Obi trying to free him. He stuck his Pulse Rifle through the grate and let out a burst at the other monsters closing in. "I'll get you Obi! Keep pulling on the bastard! Don't shoot it point-blank, the blood will get you!" He yelled over the gunfire.
"Someone help! O'brien is in trouble!"

Still being pinned against the mesh safety grate, O'Brien kicked and struggled for his life as the alien kept its iron grip on his armour.  He was not alone as CPL Ishizawa, quickly joined by PFC Quinn at the rush, both Marines began using the butt of their weapons to try and hammer the alien into submission.  Johnson, covered all three Marines as he kept pouring deadly burst after burst of pulse rifle fire down the shaft to keep more of those things from coming up.

"You keep those bastards OFF ME JOHNSON! O'Brien screamed, both in pain and to keep himself heard above the noise of the weapons mixed with the ungodly sounds of the creatures.



Managing to draw his VP-70, O'Brien realised that he couldn't get a shot off, Fuck this thing!  It is really starting to piss me off!

Gritting his teeth, he knew what had to be done.  As the Marines struggled against their foe, O'Brien laid out his plan. 

"Quinn!  You get that shotgun and ram it right against that things guts!  Ishizawa, as soon as Quinn fires you pull me away as hard as you fucking can, that way that shit they have for blood will hopefully miss me. Got it? "



Looking at both his comrades,  O'Brien realised that this could be it... You got no time for this sentimental shit, you cock.   He cursed himself.  Right.  Here goes...

"Ok Quinn, Ishi, on three!  One! Two! Three!!

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"err sarge when we leaving?patch asked, and then upon hearing the other comms chatter...ok let me rephrase that....how we leaving?

Simovic shouted to Patch above the gunfire "Quinn was saying he's found some sort of airshaft, once Kurosaki plants the explosives we're fallback to that point, until then hold firm".

"err copy that sarge." patch said feeling a little better now he had a fresh mag in and confirmation that all was not quit fubar.

again he aimed down the corridor from point I he wasn't gonna take any risks this time anything came round that corner and he was firing a grenade at it, "lets see if these tough mothers can shake that off" he said out loud but mostly to himself.



(occ trying to fire at corner so it is furthest point away...not quite sure how big a bang it will make...oh oh course giving the essential "fire in the hole" warning  :p)

"Roger will hold for as long as we can" replied Erik to anyone listening.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with his Cpl. The Smartgun bucked with each bursts being fired on auto. Erik just hoped he didn't run out of ammo in a tight spot. The flames seemed to at least make the monsters hesitate which gave the Smartgun time for good strong lock ups with the auto tracking aimer.

"We're going to be getting some coming at us from our left soon, Cpl. The other 4th squad member needs to watch that direction, OK".

Morse was slightly behind and to the side giving him a lane of fire from his back-up position.

OOC: 2 action aim per 5 round burst.

Mag Ammo Count: -50 -? (how many coming down the hallway?)

Morse was in a sort of sarcastic compliance. He was the sort of person that never questioned his mortality, just presumed he would live forever, so the thought of dying hadn't remotely set in yet. He was at the far right and closest to the hall to run away down, but the thought of running away hadn't set in yet either.

Aint never was one much for Ants on a log. Morse said moving his hands forward on his M41A and pumping the grenade barrel, and tilting it ever so slightly up so it would hit the bugs in the back.

Fuck Bugs. Morse said rather calmly, squeezing the trigger located in front of the magazine.

< Roll M41A Gernade Launcher

"oh man and i was just thinking this was going to be an easy mission, then monsters start poppong out of everywere, does anyone have any frikin idea waht these things are!?"
pvt lippa runs with the res of his quad heading to the air vents checking his motion tracker and holding his SMG  at the ready

<roll awareness and motion tracker

"Sir should we place a flair at the opening of th e vent for the others so they can see where to head to? becasue with all these things attacking us i think it will be hard to spot without a marker, i could cover it if you want me to sir and ill meet you all on the otherside with everyone else"

< 2nd squad