USCMRPG

Petrova continued walking, looking up at the ceiling, making sure that nothing came from there.

"Forget it man, you're not strong enough!" Petrova said.

Petrova continued to cover the ceiling, just in case one of those... bugs came at them again...

As Petrova looked at the headless body of Lance Corporal Dirk Pitt, he recited something under his breath... "Lord, let us feel pity for Lance Corporal Dirk Pitt, and sorrow for ourselves, and all angel warriors that fall. Let us fear death, but let it not live within us. Protect us, O lord, and be ...

Petrova had fired his smartgun at the gigantic bug thing, before it took a bite out of some marine's head. He was in a state of shock. When the acid flew, it had hit his lunch sack. Not that he'll be needing it. Petrova stood right next to Ward and said, "I'll give you guys cover"

Petrova continued to fire his machine gun at the horde when he heard Morse sing the song. He laughed, sounding hysterical.

"Sir, I am all in favor of getting the hell off this place!" Yelled Petrova as he fired his gun at the queen.

Petrova aimed his smartgun and fired at the queen's head.

"BUGS!!!" yelled Petrova as he fired his gun at the large bug.



Just like starship troopers, Petrova thought.

Petrova continued to watch the ceiling. Anything that moved, he would fire at it.

(roll perception, spot ambush)

Petrova nodded. "Hurray, I get to watch the ceiling"

Petrova saw the glare from Quinn. He shrugged it off. He had recieved many glares because of his ethnicity. Apparently, nobody liked the communists anymore. He sauntered over to Hoffman.

"I'm freaked. Are you?"

Petrova looked at Quinn for a moment. What a downer thought Petrova.

"Jeez louise" said Petrova.

"Nice to meet you Morse" Petrova said. "where are you from?"

Petrova gaped at the alien things. He was scared. Morrison yelled something and kicked him. That brought him back.

"aye sir"



He walked next to Erika.

"Jesus, they didn't talk about this in boot camp. Oh by the way, my name is John."