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With the currently poker faced Jones, he gives a nod, knowing what had to be done. "Right on it. Turning fusion core on," Jones called out. He quickly went over to the service panel and activated the fusion cores, keeping an eye on their diagnostics to make sure they were up and running before ...

Jones looks back up to Rex, giving a nod in affirmation, "You got it, sir. I'll get right on it."

Taking the time to go back to set up the thrusters first, he goes by one of the seats, but stops a moment, noticing an odd smell, not the usual smell from soldiers, but dismisses it shortly after ...

Looking back to 2nd Lt Rex for a moment before getting his mic ready, Jones keyed his mic, "Copy, Lt. Rex and I'll have her on external power, pre-flight complete, and ready for immediate launch. Engines stay cold until you give the word."

He knew the drill. No shortcuts taken and everything ...

After Pvt Blake and Forester had picked up Paulson, once they reached the hole, Blake called out, "We need to get the APC ready! Permission to climb first?"

At this point, having set down Paulson by the exit, she put her hand on the vp70, disassembling the attachment and putting it in her pack ...

Pvt Blake holstered her shotgun behind her, knowing it was useless now without more shells. Preparing her VP70, she put her hand on her satchel to look for the brace only to remember Paulson had it last.

Jamming the first clip into the firearm and cocking the gun, she called out, "Paulson, got that ...

Realizing that the flamer from Forester is still there on the ground, Blake goes to grab it. "Better not leave this behind. Government tech and all that. Gotta see if it still works," she mentioned, going to grab it before hurrying to follow the group.

"Hey Paulson, if I can get this thing working ...

Pvt Blake heard the orders, though grumbled as she miscounted the rounds. Taking the time to load the last of the ammo in the shotgun, including one in the chamber while she could, she looked over to Paulson. "Do you need a brace for that thing? Might make it easier," she told him, patting the VP70 ...

Pvt Blake looked on with disbelief after having massacred a few of the xenomorphs, seeing one of them take Forester right beside her, though without too much time to register the scene unfolding and the adrenaline coursing through her, she knew she only had a few rounds left before she had to fully ...

Feeling the intense heat and the lowering oxygen levels in the air was starting to get to Pvt Blake. The slight lack of oxygen getting to her mind was starting to bring flashbacks of training, where they would have to go through harsh conditions to ensure they'd be ready for anything including ...

After having fired off four shots, Blake takes the moment to reload the shotgun shells and prepare once again for anymore xenos.
"Ugh... Those things are persistent," Pvt. Blake memtions. She watches the flames upon the walls, but once reloaded, she looks at her motion tracker.

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Private Ava Blake was relieved to see Second Squad down the left tunnel. There was no time for the relief to sink in, though, because xenomorphs were coming from the north. She found a gap in the firing line and cocked her shotgun. The familiar 'chuck-chuck' sound of the weapon was strangely ...

"Doesn't look like anything on the tracker yet boys. You should be good for a little bit," Blake mentioned before going into position for watching the tunnels.

Looking to Forester, she shrugs. "Those will come in handy when we're nearer their nesting grounds. The mama bear... Or beast in this case ...

"Just hang in there Paulson. Just keep your eyes open for other ways up in the meantime," Pvt Blake mentions to Paulson down the pit. "Could always throw you down something if you're bleeding."

Keeping her main gun at the ready, she takes a look around near them for a way further down the tunnel ...

Preparing to move ahead, Blake keeps her gun pointed ahead, light aiming at her vantage point as her and Paulson are called to take point.

"Yes sir," Blake responded to Morse's orders. Keeping her gun at the ready, she switched on the radio.

"First squad reporting in. Another fork on the east ...

Ava steadied her breath and dropped into a slow crouch near the junction’s branching point, her shoulder lamp cutting across both left and right paths in thin, controlled sweeps. Her eyes shifted behind the IR overlay—searching for pattern breaks, movement flickers, heat gradients out of place. With ...