USCMRPG

The once harsh noise of the gunfire had drowned out to a dull noise as if they were fighting underwater. Joe's actions were completely instinctive and automatic as he targeted creature after creature. Then he saw it - the largest creature he had seen so far. A tinge of panic set in that caused his s...

"Alright guys, you heard the man, change of plans, take a point, one free beer on me for every 10 of these fuckers you kill keep count boys" Joe picked up his M42 Scoped Rifle that he had discarded just moments before. It may not have been useful in the tunnels, but he thought it might serve a purp...

Joe started to understand why the old guys always referred to the new recruits as FNGs. To Joe the over-confident swagger, boasting, and sizing up that went on got tiresome, but he shrugged it off and played nice. "Dirk, right? You’re the squad's new Smartgunner, eh? The name's Joe. I don’t thin...

As he looked around at all the new and inexperienced faces, Joe's smile faded. He didn't have years of experience either, but going toe to toe with the xenomorphs matured him real fast. He already carried the look of a dirty, tired, and apathetic veteran. Joe overheard one of the new guys asking Ser...

Joe quietly watched all the commotion and contemplated their next encounter. Joe remembered Honeysett's advice and surrendered his M42 Scoped Rifle but held on to the Incinerator. "Before we start with questions and planning, I've got a short announcement to make; Konterran, Harmon, Wrathboyne- you ...

Joe reacted to Honeysett’s orders and moved into the middle of the room against his own judgment. Quickly, he started firing a burst of flame into the mouths of each tunnel. He felt the heat bounce back and splash his face with every shot. Each time he hoped to see one of the creatures writhing in...

The sight of Rignon being so effortlessly plucked from his feet into the darkness above was sobering. In that moment, Joe felt helpless - helpless to protect his fellow marine, helpless to protect himself. As Altair screamed a warning of the incoming enemies, Joe felt a surge of anger and adrenaline...

Joe never enjoyed hearing chirps from the motion tracker. In his experience, nothing good had ever come from it. The quickening pings reminded Joe of a time bomb. When the chirps were so fast they turned into a single, long tone, that's when he imagined they'd die. Ironically, it might actually work...

"I didn't see anything," Joe said shocked. "So what the hell made that noise?" Joe finished his thought as he got back on his feet. Once up, he pointed his shoulder light around the tunnel to reassure himself that there was actually nothing there to see. Slightly spooked by the unexplained sound Joe...

Joe heard the order and felt his adrenaline surge. He instinctively dropped to his knee and sent a burst of flame right down the center of the tunnel. As the flame leapt from the nozzle of the gun, Joe's eyes darted around the flickering light and shadows for any sign of a threat. (OOC: GM Roll dete...

"Go up front with the flamer Joe... Joe acknowledged the order and moved up front. Once in place, he started to creep ahead silently scanning the ground, walls, and ceiling. Joe gave a quick look over his shoulder to be sure that the rest of the team was following, and then squinted into the darkne...

Joe looked around at the other guys and then back at Honeysett. "I've got an incinerator," Joe nodded over his shoulder to the weapon on his back, "and this sniper rifle. How do you want me to play?" When Joe started his first mission with the Marines, he was very happy to be assigned the team's sni...

Joe waited for his squad's turn to move and kept a sharp eye on Con for the order. At that moment, Joe realized he really wished they still had Green in their squad.

[quote]“Lot better in a firefight, but both hold twelve shots. The VP is mostly synthetic plastics, and fires SABOT rounds.â€

All Joe had figured out about Green was that he didn't know him very well. Having witnessed his first suicide attempt, Joe wasn't surprised at his fate but was still saddened by the loss of a squad mate. Joe stared silently at the floor of the APC for the whole ride contemplating Green's death. When...

"Alright you lot, finish chewing your mouthful, smoking your cigarette or reading your paragraph, I want everyone kitted out, geared up and ready for the LT's return, he looked pissed - so I reccomend keeping shtum unless you've got anything really really helpful to say..." He called across the tab...