USCMRPG

Marcus had taken point on the Thirds squad as they moved brought up the rear of the group. He didn't like how dark and dank the whole place felt, and how easily they were getting in. It felt like... a trap. But he was keeping his trap shut, as ordered. When the LT found the shirt, he wanted to duh t...

Marcus didn't speak while he was being chewed out, he just noted his overstepping and listened to Morse roar over the comms. It was strange, the slight lag of the voice and his howling face through their face plates. He almost felt the urge to smile. At the end of the tirade Marcus nodded, "Yes, Sir...

As the rest of the marines, and his squad, ran down into the tunnel Markus pressed his hand against the side of his helmet, opening a channel to the Costaguana. He was standing at the mouth of the cavern, looking down at the backs of his comrades. " Monk? Private Waneright. We're going underground, ...

Marcus stumbled at the last bit of rock and as he halved his steps to regain balance; he nearly ran into the LT. He stepped to the side though and got a look at the block. Really it looked more like a door. Well... it looked like something. Markus half-laughed. It came out on the open channel and he...

Marcus had kept quiet on the way up, noting the state of the ship as they moved through it. All the pips and pops and hisses and hums sounded normal. But he was no savant, he couldn't tell a ship was breaking before it did. Still the damn thing felt eerie as all hell. Getting up to the observation d...

Marcus had dressed himself like the rest. Boots, fatigues, and a look of hunger. He made his way into the mess, not taking stock of who was where, only that there were bodies in places and some where moving. He took a tray and shoved it into the auto-chef. He pressed the buttons for the full spread,...

Keep em closed. Marcus told himself as he became aware. Even through lids of his eyes he could feel the bright light, shining through the skin. He heard movement to the side and figured he wasn't the only one up. He counted to ten, rolled to the side and opened his eyes. It still hurt like hell, bu...

Marcus watched as Duncan stepped up to the Sergeant and start asking about gear. Marcus, on the other hand, started thinking on the specs. He'd get to a console and start looking up the tech he'd need for the mission, given the relay and what was within limits. Of the top of his head he was thinking...

Marcus had been listening intently. He only lightly noticed the AP's router trick. A show of force and pirates to boot. That wasn't his cup of juice. The relay though? That got a smirk out of him. Relays went down from time to time, and it was a big deal. Commerce between planets hinged on relays be...

Marcus was walking briskly through the hall, he wasn't going to be late. He was going to arrive exactly with a moment to spare. He'd gauged the distance, and was he entered, saw he was probably the last to get there. He noted those up front, a female LT and an AP, before finding a place to sit. He k...

Markus: as Marcus Waneright.

Marcus could start to feel his arm again by the time the reached the bottom of the hill. He handed over the flag and a stern smile broke over his face as the Sergeant placed the insignias on them. Marcus snapped to, and saluted before he told them to bugger off. But he called them Marines when he di...

Marcus wanted to shout, It's a trap, in his goofiest voice. This had to be some kinda crap. He checked his watch to see how much time they had left, then back down the path they'd climbed. Going back they way they came should be easy going. But there was no telling what kind of traps would spring up...

I liked it how it was. The quote and red just mess it up.

Marcus flexed his 'wounded' arm. It was numb but slowly coming back to life. He'd survive. He looked to the group and nodded before making signs for <Move up> and <Watch> <footing>. He held his pistol at the read. Willing to take a secondary position this time. He'd move in the middle of the group a...