USCMRPG

Henniger's rounds all went wide of their mark. Then the hideous little crab/spider launched itself impossibly fast and high from the deck to latch on to the big staff sergeant. "Jesus-whatthefuck!" Henniger yelled in revulsion and anger. Before he knew what he was doing he had covered the distance t...

"Three small creatures with long tails. Look like a Catholic nightmare about touching yourself." He growled as he fired.

Henniger approached the painted ship with what remained of First Squad. "Hold." He said into his headset. "Sarge I see small, things skittering around the landing struts. Definitely not cats." Henniger had no idea what fresh hell these things were but he knew how to deal with them. He opened fire do...

Henniger was quickly losing steam. He had rappelled down the shaft when the platoon commander collapsed rear security above which he'd been assigned to. Now, in the cavernous hangar deck, his blood loss was clearly and literally draining his ability to ignore and drive on. He carried his pulse rifle...

Henniger watched his sector of fire and scanned the dimly lit overhead spaces. The murky dark was made nebulous by the red tint thrown over everything by the emergency lighting. His upper lip had broken out in sweat as he gamely ignored the throb in his lower leg. He decided to send a status report ...

Henniger heard the Cheyenne pilot's voice crackle over his earpiece. Well their ride was on station, now if they could free the squad in the elevator they could dust off this hulk.

Henniger nodded and brought his pulse rifle to his shoulder. "Check Sarge." <tag Sykes> He scanned his sector as diligently as possible, varying the pattern his eyes used to cover the area. He swapped his IR lens out and re-deployed it every minute to keep a sharp focus. <roll perception> <roll reac...

Henniger nodded at his squad mate. That simple gesture meant the world to him at that moment. He felt the cold sweat beading on his face and knew he was pale beneath the rim his issue helmet at his brow line. "Thanks Orozco." He meant it. He felt simultaneously heartened and shamed. Heartened that h...

Henniger sagged against the bulkhead behind Paulson, Knight let him rest. He watched his squad mate pull his tracker up and switch his attention between it and the shaft access he's located. Henniger's leg was aching again. He clamped a cigarette down in his mouth and chewed on the filter to try and...

Henniger nodded to the NCO.

"Roger Sarge. I'm not out yet. Got two mags left for the M41, then I'll start jamming my sidearm down both mouths of those things."

<tag Morse>

Henniger's leg had given out on him. He wouldn't pretend he wasn't jealous of the civvies getting the hell off the station, but he would have hated leaving when his platoon made their way off together. The only problem was that now he was a burden. "Hey Knight," he addressed the Android. "You mind l...

Henniger limped along the corridor with his platoon mates. His leg ached in time with his pulse and his foot squelched in his boot from the pooled blood. All in all the wound wasn't all that bad. The op however had departed bad and was well into ludicrous. He'd managed to let go of Paulson and Sokol...

Henniger vaguely heard the comm chatter and when his squad mate, for the second time this op, helped him, he accepted gladly. "Thanks," he gritted out as he threw an arm over Paulsons armored shoulders. <tag Paulson + Sokolova> He hadn't noticed whether his fusillade of automatic fire had hit the ba...

Henniger forced his vision clear. He'd landed on his backside and forced himself to keep a half-sitting, half-lying posture. His right calf was on fire. He thumbed his selector lever to automatic and sent a flurry of rounds furiously towards the merc who had tagged him and fired at Sokolova. "Fuck y...

Henniger flipper his IR lens down and activated the reticule as smoke filled the corridor. The Marines were at a disadvantage fighting from a series of hallways. He acknowledged the staff sergeant's order and got to his feet. "Moving!" He called over the comm. he did not pause to see if anyone follo...