USCMRPG

Petrova grinned at Quinn.

"You need any help with anything? Like getting tools or drugs? I think I know the difference between them."

Petrova smiled and tossed over a piece of fried chicken to Morse. He made sure it was a piece of fried chicken, not his grenades.

"Anybody else want some?" He said, his voice carrying in the dropship.

Petrova sat in his corner of the dropship and munched on some fried chicken.

"Does anybody want some fried chicken?" Petrova asked.

Petrova was in shock, sitting against the wall, with his smartgun locked near him. He had no injuries, but he was damn sure that he was the one who hit quinn in the shoulder. He would never tell. He hid his emotions very well. He fell asleep, tired. He woke up again. When ever he closed his eyes, he...

Petrova shoulder up and fired his smartgun and the crawling xenos, bullets flying out of his gun like a hose. He was sure that he hit something, but he wasn't sure.

OOC: Oh no!!

Petrova had his smartgun at the ready, looking for targets.

OOC: Is anything going on at the barricade?

Petrova said, "Oh god, they run into those things." Petrova then turned to Sergeant Simovic.

"Sir, I think you should call a tactical retreat and blow this station to hell!"

"Sir yes Sir!" Petrova mumbled.

Petrova heard and saw nothing. He continued to watch his side of barricade.

Petrova shook his head when he heard Ward on the radio.

"No wonder Scope called you a jackass and a suck-up, you piece of shit"

Petrova continued to man his side of the barricade.

Petrova continued to be silent. He just kept looking over the barricade.

[quote=""Morse""]Morse thought about what petrova just said.

Sir?, i aint a damn CO, save the sirs for morrison


"I'm a private, and you're a PFC, meaing I have to call you sir and salute you, correct?"

Petrova heard Morse's comment. He continued looking out over the barricade.

"I don't see anything, sir."