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Post by Nick » Fri Sep 11, 2009 2:52 pm

2179 AD, 6th October
Location: Sol system, Earth, United Americas, New York
Mission timer: 00:40:32

The woman captive suddenly lurched forward, Jean reacted within a nano second and grabbed the womans arm and held her upright. The woman screamed and then made a hulking sound. The clawed her stomach and fell backwards into the water, slipping out of Jeans grip, thrashing violently splashing the sewage water. Jean knelt beside the woman who were now screaming like mad. Patch moved closer and brought his shoulder light over the scene. Jean struggled to hold the woman, her servo joints bending under the pressure as the woman went into something reminding of a siezure. Patch blinked. Had he seen right? There it was again, a bulge on the womans chest. Something was moving inside the woman. Suddenly the woman threw up a cascade of dark red, almost black, blood where after she continued thrashing but less violently. The blood didn't mix directly with the brown water, but formed chaotic swirling shapes around the woman.

Support squad held their positions. Tracker at the ready. The soft ticking reminded of a clock, a clock counting down. Suddenly the sound of running water and drips were pierced by a woman screaming. It was one of those eerie screams, a scream that reeked of anxiety and fear of death. The support squad marines looked at each other, the moist dripping from them - More than one supressed a shiver.

Section 2

The first round smacked into concrete a few inches from Pitts face as he peaked around the corner of a side connection - Having relaxed slightly he threw himself backwards so violently in suprise and fear that he fell over into the water. The round from the pistol shot rumbled through the pipes with deafening ferocity. Three more rounds followed the first, one of them struck the surface of the sewage water and send a fountain of white water striking the roof of the tunnel. The sound and pressure from the rounds were awesome in the cramped compartment. The shooter could not be far around the corner.

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Section 1: C2:9
Section 2: B4:3
Support squad: C3:9

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Post by Jean » Fri Sep 11, 2009 10:07 pm

Jean was not shocked by what she saw. Her programming had made her ready for what would come next. Two of the servo joints in her arm bent causing her to lose control of part of her left arm as she leaned down. It didn't hurt her; Jean used her body weight to keep the woman to the gurney instead of the muscle that couldn't control her left hand any longer. If it had been a Human instead of her, he would have had the strength to hold her down without burning out their muscle. Unluckily for her, she had calcialsynthetic mesh for muscle.

Jean pulled her weapon and leaned over the girls body as she stopped shrieking in pain. She reached out with her good hand and used her middle finger on her left hand to aim the weapon precisely on target but her fingers couldn't squeeze the trigger.

"Jean to all nearby units, my axiel servo on this arm is locked. I can't pull the trigger, I need help."

She grabbed onto the Alien as it began digging into her hand, through the tissue and into the calcialsynthetic bones. White hydraulic fluid and chunks of clear tubing protruded from her hand as she stood up.

"Jean to anyone nearby. I need your help with this Xenomorph. Please take careful aim, I will throw it into the corner when ready." She said.

While she waited patiently, she observed the chest-burster as it implemented brutal violence upon her hand, ripping fingers to shreads, tearing out the synthetic flesh of her palm, dripping and spraying her white android blood all over the place as it desperately attempted to break free. Jean tilted her head to the side and watched with curiosity at the little thing as it caused her great damage, but no pain.

"The perfect organism..." She whispered.

(OOC: Tag whoever wishes to roll your shot, feel free to say that my character threw it into the corner when ready)
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Re: M3T7

Post by Raider65 » Fri Sep 11, 2009 11:20 pm

LCpl Stormhurst put his pulse rifle around the corner and pulled the trigger 3 times on burst, more to drive back whomever was firing at his Sgt.

He pulled his rifle back around the corner and went to help his Sgt up.

"Monks cover that corner, will ya?" 

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Post by maxvale76 » Sat Sep 12, 2009 1:53 am

Samantha slowly backpedaled until she was to the right of and slightly behind Sheppard so that he could flame the width of the tunnel if he had to. The order came over the comm for the Support Squad* to hold thier position, so she locked the butt of her Pulse Rifle into her shoulder and kept the barrel pointing down the tunnel and at the surface. She kept sweeping the tunnel with her eyes and IR piece, trying to make sure she'd have the drop on anything moving through the water.

The eerie female scream echoed through the tunnels and Sam did her best not to jump. Oh no; Jean!, her mind instantly thought, but then a second later logic kicked in and she mentally berated herself; Jean wouldn't scream like that, she's an android! That must have been the poor woman they found down here....poor soul; God bless and rest her...

*(OOC: I think I've asked this before but I never got an answer; is the Support Squad made up of anyone else besides Sheppard and me?)
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Post by Dirk Pitt » Sat Sep 12, 2009 5:11 pm

Nick wrote: Section 2

The first round smacked into concrete a few inches from Pitts face as he peaked around the corner of a side connection - Having relaxed slightly he threw himself backwards so violently in suprise and fear that he fell over into the water. The round from the pistol shot rumbled through the pipes with deafening ferocity. Three more rounds followed the first, one of them struck the surface of the sewage water and send a fountain of white water striking the roof of the tunnel. The sound and pressure from the rounds were awesome in the cramped compartment. The shooter could not be far around the corner.
Dirk fell backward into the water as the first round slammed into the corner. "Fuck!" He said as the dirty water closed over him. Then allowing Stormhurst to help him up he spat what ever if anything had made it into his mouth.

"Command Second is taking fire. We are returning fire" Dirk said


"This si Sgt Pitt USCM. Surrender or we will open fire." Dirk shouted at the unknown person
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Post by Morse » Sat Sep 12, 2009 5:52 pm

Morse dropped down in a duck when the shots came zipping past. At that point he didn't care what was comming from the rear, he turned around to find out what just happened. Dirk was scrambling in the water to get back on his feet, and everyone now had their weapons at the ready
Dirk Pitt wrote:"This is Sgt Pitt USCM. Surrender or we will open fire." Dirk shouted at the unknown person
Morse didn't like hearing that. He had thought the order was don't fire unless fired upon first. Well now that they'd been fired upon, Morse was inclined to fullfill the latter part of the order.

"Jaberwocky Jesus, Fuck the damn warnin shit. Lets fill this rat full a more holes then 'hacklers hut' Morse said removing the safety from his weapon and crouching into a firing position. The water was high up on him because of it, but he didn't care. He didn't shoot, but he was ready to fill the tunnel with a spray of bullets.

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Post by tpc » Sat Sep 12, 2009 6:42 pm

"Fuck Yah" said the private while firing 5 rounds towards the unknown while jump past the wall into the line of fire.

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Post by Dirk Pitt » Sun Sep 13, 2009 1:33 am

"Hold your fuckin fire" Dirk shouted as the other Marines continued to fire at the unknown gunman "We don't even know if this is the right fuckers"
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Post by Morse » Sun Sep 13, 2009 6:25 am

Morse, though not liking to contend with policy, did have habbits of conflicting with authority at times. This was listed in his 'psych profile' as a "minor issue likely caused by mal effects of chemicals to his system." That however was just a nice way of saying he had a bit of a drinking problem. But regardless of that he still kept a level head.

"Well, thems aint none of our fuckers, and orders was 'aint no firin lest fired on first'. Your livin on a matter centimites" Morse said, shifting his body so his light shined on the concrete where the shot hit the tunnel wall. "We done been fired on! Morse said. Retaking his possition. He was still ready to light the tunnel up with a barage of bullets. If someone was shooting at them, odds were one shot might get lucky, and Morse didn't want to have to be digging bullets out of the injured in the 'Easy 3's'.

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Post by Raider65 » Mon Sep 14, 2009 12:36 am

Erik rocked back to the wall to be out of the way after helping his Sgt up.

Hey Sgt, should we grenade the tunnel? It's just a side tunnel and the main tunnel would probably survive even if it collapsed.

Or we could try pieing the tunnel mouth, Morse low and I'll go high.

Or maybe Monks and I could try to make it to the other side of the tunnel mouth and we could try a cross fire on the perp's position with you and Morse staying over here on this side. Also Morse giving us some covering fire while we trek across
 

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Post by Jean » Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:35 am

Jean could see that everyone was so worried about the gunfire that they didn't notice that she had called for help, and that a chest-burster Xenomorph had been digging into her hand to break free for the last forty seconds. She thought that the Marines would react quickly to everything but after so much pressure, even the Marines couldn't handle everything being thrown at them at once. Squad two was busy with gunfire, squad one was entranced to a point they didn't hear Jean's call for help.

The Android quickly placed the chest burster on the ground and clamped the heel of her foot against the creature. She applied as much pressure as she could but seeing that one hand was out of order, the other hand had a busted servo, and she only weighed ninety pounds despite the fact that she looked like she weighed a healthy 110, the lightweight components of her body worked against her. She would try and squash the Xenomorph since she didn't have usable hands anymore, and the fact that she took her boots off earlier to give her jump suit to a poor woman on a stretcher...

--- well, that meant she was barefoot. It wasn't going to be pretty. Either the Xenomorph Chest-Burster was going to dig into her foot, she was going to squash it, and the acid would dig into her foot, or one of the marines was finally going to notice that Jean has been pleading for help for the past 40 seconds and do something about her situation...

--- which probably meant -- yeah, shooting at her foot until the Xenomorph dies and she sustains damage. Either way, as the humans would say, she was pretty screwed.

((OOC: I've read the combat rules twice and still don't understand so this is the best I can do at attempting to roll, something.))


Jean's emotional processor directed her to look at the Marines as they focused on the radio's and what was going on with squad two as she sacrificed the components of her machinery second after second to keep this Xenomorph in a spot where it will either get squashed or shot by one of the Marines. She owed it to the poor girl to make sure that it died.

"Help!" She screamed. "Just shoot it, it's not going to hurt me I'm fixable!" She added just in case any of the marines were scared of shooting her leg.


If anyone waited any loger she would be out of limbs to hold the damend thing. She stood there with one hand that won't move, the other hand was dripping hydraulic fluid, and three of the fingers off of that hand were on the floor, her thumb on that hand was just dangling by a shread of synthetic skin. The girl was effectively out of action until someone could replace about a thousand credits worth of equipment on her body and it looked like she was about ready to lose her toes now, too.

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Post by Quinn » Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:16 pm

Quinn fortunately was close by to Jean as she wrestled with the young xenomorph.

"Holy shit!" he yelled, bringing up his pulse rifle. "Throw it!"

He tracked the bug, ready to shred it apart with a barrage of 10mm Explosive-tipped Caseless.



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Post by Jean » Mon Sep 14, 2009 11:15 pm

Quinn wrote: Quinn fortunately was close by to Jean as she wrestled with the young xenomorph.

"Holy shit!" he yelled, bringing up his pulse rifle. "Throw it!"

He tracked the bug, ready to shred it apart with a barrage of 10mm Explosive-tipped Caseless.



Jean quickly shifted her footing to a skip. She jumped in the air and when her foot came off of the Xenomorph Chest-burster, she kicked it with the other foot. The Xeno shrieked as it took flight through the air and slamed into the bricks that made up the opposite wall. The tiny little creature then fell into a pizza box trying to find it's footing after being knocked senseless. The eyeless creature bared it's tiny little metalic fangs at Quinn as it stood as tall as it could above the Moe's Pizza logo behind it as it staggered inside the soggy cardboard box.

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Post by Caparzo » Tue Sep 15, 2009 11:31 pm

:)  Obi's Post:

Suddenly, a short sharp scream echoed throughout the tunnels.    Jesus, I hope that wasn’t one of us.    Obi thought as the scream started again.  But this time it did not stop, it became even more high pitched and piercing as it echoed through out the tunnels.  It was so blood curdling that Obi paled as he realised it was coming from a woman.  God, I hope that isn’t one of our girls. 

It was suddenly cut off, only to be replaced by the sound of gunfire and the heavy bass of a pulse rifle opening up.  Obi whirled around towards the front.  M-41A at the ready, the butt firmly snug into his right shoulder. His eyes looking over the sights, as Obi searched out for immediate danger. 

Spinning around Obi moved to cover the sections rear arc, ensuring that nothing would sneak up on them.  That first shot wasn’t a pulse rifle, I guess that means we have found who we are looking for. 
Senses on overload, Obi waited for the contact reports to start coming over the radio circuit. 

(OOC:  I am just confused as to which section is being targeted?)
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Post by Caparzo » Wed Sep 16, 2009 12:05 am

At the Burst of gunfire from his squadmate Quinn, Colwell shifted his attention from the tunnels to trying to get a better look at what the organism looked liked. Not seeing much but a long skinny wormlike body thru the press of bodies and the remnants of a pizza box, Colwell continued his scan of the tunnels.
" Jumping Jesus on a Pogo Stick! Now we gotta worry about huge leeches too?"thought Colwell as continued his fire arc sweep.
At this time he heard small arms gunfire and returning Pulse rifle fire from the tunnels in the direction of 2nd section. As he listened to the vox chatter from 2nd Section his alertness shifted to hyperalertness while continuing to preform his assigned duty...

(Roll heightened awareness if possible)

"Sarge? Do we need to move into the main tunnel to assist Support Squad?"

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