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Post by Nick » Fri Jun 19, 2009 10:02 am

2179 AD, 28th September
Location: CSC Sector, Saint John, Anubis station, Sub level 3
Mission timer: 00:01:10:14

The marines knelt behind the stacked crates inside the huge dome, the bare metal walls acted like the inside of a drum echoing every sound with a thin staccato. From below they could hear, almost feel, the rumble of hundreds of clawed feet that worked their way up the shaft - The seconds drew by extremely slowly, each breath felt like an eternity with the adrenaline surging in the marines veins. The fear sucked in their stomachs like a black hole.

"Bandits we are leaving! Get to the landing pad. Haul ass!" Lt Andersons voice broke through, throwing all radio protocol to the side. "I want a rapid but ordered extraction, lay down covering fire with the Smartguns and flamers. Send the snipers out first, they can cover from the dropships landing bay. Go, go go!" She shouted.

Suddenly the marines could hear the whining of the turbo-jets of the dropship as it swooped over the dome, shaking it's very core - Drowning out the sounds of the aliens crawling up the shaft.

O'brien, being one of two initially carrying the sniper rifle, the other had been Mongo, glanced at Sergeant Dugan who gave him a nod - And he took off towards the door, as he ran he heard how the first aliens appeared and all hell was let lose behind him.

The softer slower staccato of the M39 sub machineguns mixed with the hard rasping of the M41 pulse rifles - The sounds bouncing back and forth on the bare metal walls enhancing the sonic mayhem inside tenfold.

The first Alien shot up from the shaft, it's tail swooping like a falling cat trying to balance in mid air. Monks aimed squarely to the center of it's body and depressed the trigger - The M41 cycled furiously, sending round after round insanely fast through the breech and through the barrel and into the screaming alien. The small flashes of high explosive ammunition tapered across the aliens chest and it landed heavily, it's legs folding beneath it as it landed dead or dying.

Several other aliens climbed over the ledge. Dugan fired two controlled bursts at the first ugly face he saw and missed, splinter and sparks still tearing chunks of the aliens face - Screaming in anger it accelerated it's climb, bearing down towards the sergeant. Dugan fired another burst and completely severed the critters right arm and spun in half way around - Another burst to to it's back and it knelt down and died. Stormhurst fired a long burst with his incinerator over the shaft and the Aliens screamed in horror - Several second passed before another tried it's luck - Driven by madness or who knew what murderous primal instinct it charged. The aliens where extremely quick, agile and dexterious - And as such made for extremely hard to hit targets. The Marines sweated profusively as they used all concentration trying to follow the rapidly shifting targets and came closer and close for every hundreth of a second.

The M39 of Pvt Lippa hammered at his shoulder. Through gritted teeth he fired through his clip, striking a few hits - But the weaker M39 had problems making any permanent dent in the creatures unlike its bigger badder brother the M41. Lippa dropped the magazine out of the well, clawing for a new one on his bandolier. Looking down for a split second as he couldn't find it he sensed something coming his way.

The other marines saw the alien spring, it flew through the air almost impossible - It jumped the whole distance between the ladder exit and the crates and still had a good two feet of air beneath it when it landed between Pvt Lippa and Pvt Marrineo. Lippa acted by instinct and slammed his M39 to the side of the head of the creature. The sound reminded of striking a log with an axe, the Aliens head barely moved. Instead it grabbed Lippas armour with both hands and opened its horrible mouth, full of spiked metal looking teeth. Saliva poured down on Lippa as it gaped. Pvt Marrineo raised his M39 and fired, several rounds impacted the Aliens thorny back and it spun impossibly fast, striking Marrineo with it's tail right over the face with a sickening smack. Lippa felt a burning sensation in his right thigh and fell heavily to the floor as his leg didn't seem to support him any more.

With Lippa out of the way Corporal Pitt fired a solid burst in the the monster from behind, it slumped over screaming.

Pvt Marrineo twitched a couple of times, almost as if protesting, before he died.

From the tunnel exit more horrors appeared screaming - Time was running out.

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Re: M2T17

Post by Obi » Fri Jun 19, 2009 1:45 pm

O'Brien moved at a run, his VP-70 held out in front, as he took long strides down the passageway. The sound of gunfire and screeching aliens assaulted his ears.  Give em hell lads, O'Brien thought as he came up to a turn in the passageway.  Hoping that nothing nasty was waiting in ambush around the corner, he rounded the corner with his VP-70 leading the way to discover he was faced with a long passage of about twenty metres than ended in a large heavy duty sliding door.  Keeping up the pace he pounded down the dimly lit passageway, his shoulder lamp making crazy patterns on the ceiling, walls and floor as he moved, the reflective signage of the exit sign above the door lighting up every time his shoulder lamp shone on it.  

Reaching the door, he holstered his sidearm, grabbed the large fixed vertical door handle with both hands.  Please don't be jammed or anything like that, Obi prayed as he put his weight into it and dragged the door to the right, opening it up.  He was hit with a burst of fresh air, taking a lungful, he unslung his M42A as he moved out into the open.  Rifle into the shoulder and finger on the trigger he quickly looked around the facilitys' compound, looking, waiting for a threat to appear.



The deafening noise of the dropship as it swooped low over head, made Obi look up and give a quick wave to the dark guardian angel of death as it flew by.  Sprinting around the outside of the dome towards the Landing Zone (LZ), Obi opened the bipod legs on the sniper rifle as he moved.  Clicking them into place as he moved past the row of generators, heart pounding  in his is chest at the exertion, Obi reached the LZ.  Quickly taking out his remaining M94 Marker Flares, he ignited all four of them and threw them out to each corner of the pad.  




Dropping flat into the prone position, he set his rifle up so that it was pointing straight back towards the path that he had taken to reach the LZ.  Resting on its bipod legs, rifle butt firmly into his right shoulder, Obi looked through the optic sight,  the crosshairs didn't move a milimeter.  Keying his headset over the platoon channel, "Stalker Niner, 1 and 2 Section, this is O'Brien, I have marked the LZ with flares and have set up overwatch position on the North West Corner of the LZ over."

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Re: M2T17

Post by Tyler Ishizawa » Fri Jun 19, 2009 2:44 pm

As soon as the first of the creatures began to emerge from the shaft, Ishizawa squeezed the trigger of his rifle. The M41 shook almost uncontrollably as he unleashed a steady stream of rounds at the shaft, his shots hitting all over the place.

It was all his fault, and he was enraged. He was so guilt struck, so upset that he had screwed up when all was going well, he wanted to blame everything on the creatures, take his anger out on them, reduce his own guilt. But even as he fired and hit the oncoming creatures, he knew it was the wrong way to deal with his guilt, he knew it wouldn't change a thing, and at the end of the day, if they survived, it would still be his fault. The best he could do was at least fight off the creatures as hard as he could.

His pulse rifle counter quickly hit "00". He reached for a fresh magazine from his webbing, but instead reached for a grenade. Flipping the cap and arming the explosive, Ishizawa took aim and tossed the grenade towards the shaft.

"FRAG OUT!"he yelled, but he doubted if anybody would hear it over the chaotic gunfire.


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Re: M2T17

Post by Dugan » Fri Jun 19, 2009 6:01 pm

Simovic and the rest of the platoon took a defensive position at the top of the ladder amazingly they'd all got out of the shaft before the aliens attacked but now was the real test. As he waited Anderson's voice came screaming over the comms.
Nick wrote:
"Bandits we are leaving! Get to the landing pad. Haul ass!" Lt Andersons voice broke through, throwing all radio protocol to the side. "I want a rapid but ordered extraction, lay down covering fire with the Smartguns and flamers. Send the snipers out first, they can cover from the dropships landing bay. Go, go go!" She shouted.

Simovic acknowledged the order and signalled for O'Brien to fallback and meet the dropship. He was about to give more orders when the aliens began their attack. Simovic concentrated his fire on one of the creatures which leapt out the shaft and made a beeline towards his position. Even though he considered himself a good shot the sucker was extremely hard to dispatch, his first two bursts flew harmessly pass. The thing then got nearer each faction of a second that passed, its muscular body propelling it seemly impossibly fast through the air. But now was no time to admire it and Dugan let out another two bursts, the first severed its arm sending it spinning away while acid hissed and ate at the dome floor, the second shot had been a bit more successful a direct hit to the creatures centre mass, an instant fatality.

Simovic drew a ragged breath and looked up, all around Marines had been fighting their own private nightmare. Pvt Marrineo lay dead his face torn open with parts of his skull visible through the torn flesh. Pvt Lippa lay next to him holding his damaged thigh and wincing in agony.

Simovic had to try and get some semblance on the situation otherwise more would be joining Marrineo, clicking the platoon comms he spoke "Cpl Kurosaki, Pvt Quinn blow the charges! Then I want 1st and 2nd Squad to make an ordered retreat still keeping fire on any attacking aliens, which may have escaped the blast"



Simovic then reloaded his M41 and crouched in cover keeping an aim on the shaft as he waited for the charges to be detonation.
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Re: M2T17

Post by eyeball » Fri Jun 19, 2009 11:36 pm

all hell broke loose from the shaft, the motion tracker was just a continuous blur of motion..it hadn't been faulty or wrong, there were just that many signals coming up the shaft.
the world exploded into a cacophony of sound, pulse rifles, machine guns, flamers, screams, roars, all pounding the senses, then finally a moment of clarity
Then I want 1st and 2nd Squad to make an ordered retreat
, like music to patches ears closely followed by
"FRAG OUT!"
from ishizawa,
"fuckin ay, great plan" screamed patch "fire in the hole"he bellowed adding his own grenade to ishy's, then lept up and moved to the exit, once there reloaded checked grenades and tapped his mic "patch in position, next person move cover the others"
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Post by Dirk Pitt » Sat Jun 20, 2009 12:42 am

The creatures came pouring out of the hole one after the other. The in the dome was filled with the sounds of gunfire and the high pitched death screams of the creatures.

As Dirk fought the monsters climbing out of the shaft, he watched in horror as one almost flew through the air and landed between Pvt Lippa and Pvt Marrineo. The Marines fought bravely, but in hand to hand combat those things were unstoppable. Within moments Pvt Lippa was on the ground, his leg smoking and Pvt Marrineo was dead.
He fired a long burst into the thing sending it to the floor, screaming as it died.

Dirk ran and grabbed Lippa by his combat harness and pulled him back. "Hold the line Marines" He shouted as he fired at the aliens
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Re: M2T17

Post by Raider65 » Sat Jun 20, 2009 8:06 am

"You heard the Cpl, Morse, We're to hold the swarm back. I'd think about using some of your grenades".  

Erik back petalled to his cobbled together fort, firing point bursts with the flamer, saving his limited fuel as much as possible.

He switched the flamer's pistol grip to his left hand with the strap held taunt against his shoulder for stability and ready for quick use. He drew his pistol with his right hand, he sighted on the shaft's mouth. The distance was still within the handgun's effective range and he sought a target to fill in it's sight picture.

He thought about the hearts and minds technique he'd been taught in boot. Two to the chest and one to the head. But here he'd go for just a hit somewhere close to center of mass on the creatures that would be his targets. They didn't stand still like paper targets.

OCC: Engaging targets with 2 action aim per single pistol shot from behind make shift cover (guessing: engaging at about 15 m?) and if they close to 10m will engage with a 2 action aim/1 burst from the flamer (if possible).
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Post by Dugan » Sat Jun 20, 2009 10:02 am

eyeball wrote: "fuckin ay, great plan" screamed patch "fire in the hole"he bellowed adding his own grenade to ishy's, then lept up and moved to the exit, once there reloaded checked grenades and tapped his mic "patch in position, next person move cover the others"

Simovic shouted an angry response into his comms, at Patch's actions.  "Negative hold your position until after the charges have been detinated!"

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Post by Morse » Sat Jun 20, 2009 5:52 pm

Morse had heard the Corporals order. It hadn't come as any surprise to him, it was the reason why he had been pullin out the metal boxes. They seemed to be pretty effective too. Not for protection really, but as a table for him to slap down a ready clip and keep his arm steady for aiming, it was doin pretty well.

"I"ll consider it, lets let it get a bit closer to hopeless before we done do somethin drastic." Morse replied to Eric

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He fired in burst like he generally did. Three rounds..... three rounds..... three rounds...... that was what he liked hearing. Enough to put the target down where ever you hit it, and not a waste of ammo. He had plenty of gernades left. In addition to the ones he already had he also had the three Obi handed to him, but he didn't want to use em until the situation was a bit more... dire.

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Post by Raider65 » Sun Jun 21, 2009 10:13 am

"OK, Morse, I'll trust your judgement. But we got 2 of ours down already."  

Then it dawned on him. There were shoulder arms now available and they needed to be brought back into action.

"Cover me, Morse, I'm going to retreive Pvt Marrineo's SMG."

"Monks, A little help here, keep 'em off my back if they get close, OK"  

He'd want me to have it, Erik thought to himself. And he needed a weapon with a longer reach.

Pvt Stormhurst located the body of his fallen comrade and went to collect his weapon, ammo and grenades.

Putting his pistol away and putting his trust in his Squad mates, he covered his path with the flamer. When he got to the body of his fallen fellow Marine, he quickly crouched and searched it. He pocketed the extra ammo and grenades. He gave the weapon a quick once over then shouldered it and standing, brought the weapon to bear on the danger zone and began firing on the nearest targets as he retraced his steps back to his hastily built barrier.

He was sorry that he couldn't drag the body of the fallen Marine back with him but he didn't think he could afford the extra weight and still have a chance to live through his rash and mad dash to get reequipped.

"Marrineo, I'm going to avenge you, my friend, And Morse and I will drink to you later but now there's work to be done" Erik thought as the SMG thudded away at the targets Erik lined it up on.

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Re: M2T17

Post by eyeball » Sun Jun 21, 2009 10:22 pm

"copy that sarge"patch replied and hastily retraced his steps back to the barricade.

(roll 3round bursts 3 second aim)

(ooc will pull back as suggested once charges blow...oops bad private running away, kinda assumed that the charges would have blown before i moved but no worries  :)
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Post by Morse » Mon Jun 22, 2009 6:50 am

Morse heard Stormhurst say he was goin for Marrineo's gear right before he ran after it.

Wait, Stormhurst... Shit!! Morse said as the marine darted forward for it. Morse was never liked idea's that put people at... too much risk. It was too late to stop him, he was already spurring forward.

Morse fired at anything that came close to Stormhurst, though he hated the idea of it. It was a dangerous thing. He maintained a steady rate of burst fire at approaching targets, even after Stormhurst had turned around.

"Your crazier then a rabid rattler, Stormhurst. Get your ass back here!! Morse yelled as the marine made his return

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Re: M2T17

Post by Apachetear » Mon Jun 22, 2009 7:50 am

Kneeling and aiming down his rifle, Jacob snapped of single shots, each one aimed for the centre of the head of one of these things...

He was sweating and giddy - adrenaline pumping through his system. An unlit cigarette dangled in his mouth!

"Keep it steady marines, make your shots count! Make the bastards pay for the likes of Mongo!" He snarled.

Watching the aliens pour out and towards them, he couldnt really understand how he'd they'd all get out of this alive...but you could always hope...

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Re: M2T17

Post by Kurosaki, Ichigo » Mon Jun 22, 2009 9:03 am

Kurosaki could only watch as an Alien killed the ever-so quiet Marreno. Kurosaki moved forward, dragging Lippa's wounded body back away (two combat actions).
Kurosaki poured water on the acid-inflicted area. (one combat action).
Hearing the order from Dugan, Kurosaki denonated the charges (two combat actions).
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Re: M2T17

Post by Raider65 » Tue Jun 23, 2009 4:35 am

"Thanks guys", Erik replied as he took up his former position, now armed with a SMG. He knelt down below the barrier and reloaded in a fresh mag. Then stood up to support his squad members with it's fire power on the remaining target creatures.

He had witnessed the two Marines fire fight and plight. The weaker 9mm shells the SMG used couldn't penetrate the exo-shell of these creatures. So if he couldn't kill them out right, he was going to try and knock them down with a mobility kill. Maybe slow a few down or cripple them. He'd sight their hip joint and knees where maybe the armor was thinner and let the pulse rifles finish them.

OCC: 3 action aim per burst, aiming for hip/leg and knee joints.

(I hope this is not god moding? Is god moding only controlling other players? Or am I suppose to wait and have you roll to see if I make it to pick up the weapon? I'm a little fuzzy in this area of playing as this is my first ever story board. Also Not trying to be rude or a smart@ss but Cpl Dirk Pitt pulled Lippa back in post #5 so is Kurosaki assisting in the dragging of said Marine which would be helpful and speed up pulling him to cover??)
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