USCMRPG

Henniger began his door searches with his partner as an idea struck him. When the doors suck, make a wall a door. While he conducted his searches he began looking for likely looking walls to breach that would flank or pinch from behind the menace behind the large door.

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Henniger saw what Paulson saw. The door was welded shut, nothing short of a large demo charge would break it enough for the squads to make entry. He hit the wall in the left side of the door and examined the seals. He'd seen civvy welds on Gaia Station and out on the Rim, but this was a professional...

Henniger thought that he had overcome his fears. Now, sweat and rain-soaked and taking a knee to pull right security, his fear gnawed at his guts. His balls were in his throat. He wasn't afraid to die, just to fuck up. He watched as his fellow Marine hit the door.

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Henniger raised his hand.

"Real time IR satcom coverage ma'am? Fixed positions, choke points, roving patrols on the surface? Vehicle traffic?"

Henniger and Paulson had been in the arms locker before the announcement. Henniger had revealed his motive for the "feed ramp" repair once they were out of the mess hall. Paulson was his senior and he picked his brain about the previous operation. They were mid-conversation when the briefing was cal...

Henniger nodded and smiled. He had caught shrapnel during a colony evac back before his assignment to the Dawgs and the previous op with them that had changed everything, not just the bullets that had trashed his lower leg. His leg throbbed occasionally still but Motrin was your best friend. Black A...

Henniger smiled. "Cheap chromium plate on the tibia and my own skin for grafts over the rest Staff Sergeant." <tag Morse> He wanted to say more, that he was glad he hadn't gotten any acid on him just good old fashioned terrorist bullets. But he kept it back. He didn't know what the replacements and ...

Henniger had made his way to the ships mess. It was huge compared to the Heimlich and most other Conestoga class light ships. He'd shower after. Coffee was his primary concern. Then scuttlebutt as to what the op was. He saw Paulson bleary eyed wandering through the food dispensers. He grabbed a tray...

PFC Henniger
M41A PR + 6 mags
M4A3 Service Pistol + 3 mags
K-Bar Fighting Knife
Comtech bypass kit
Hand welder
Assorted kit

Henniger sat up in his cryo cradle. He rubbed his eyelids with the back of his knuckles and looked around blearily. The sergeant major was strolling down the row giving the age-old platitudes that came with being a spaceborn Marine grunt. Henniger ran a hand through his hair and slapped his plasteel...

After his chain of command gave him digital disks with all their current intelligence on what the Marine Corps called Xenomorphs, newly minted PFC Henniger studied and trained. His first four years under his belt, he reflected. In the modern Colonial Marines, promotions didn't come like his history ...

Henniger was able to limp on his own two feet during the return journey. After a surgery, a few skin grafts and skin packs, not to mention an IV drip that ran night and day to increase his liquid volume to boost blood cell replenishment and blood pressure after the blood loss, he was returned under ...

The platoon net was chaos in Henniger's earpiece. It was a crescendo that just barely clashed with the audible shouting off the comm and in the fetid hangar deck air around him. His leg was a swollen mass that felt...spongy. It made his bile rise. He was already aiming completely down the site rail ...

Henniger landed in an ungraceful heap that would have earned him scorn from his old parachute instructors. His leg was screaming at him again. He saw his fellow Marines above him struggling with the creature. It was at least no longer strangling the staff sergeant. Henniger brought his pulse rifle a...

Henniger felt the NCO let go of his pulse rifle. He released one of his grips on the creature and snatched his steel helmet off where it hung on his webbing. He grabbed it by the chin straps and swung it over the alien with the opening towards his fellow Marine's face. He yanked back on the chin str...