USCMRPG

The door slid open with a hiss, releasing a wave of stench that hit like a wall—sour, organic, sharp with ammonia. Even through her rebreather, Ava Blake grimaced. The noise followed—panicked baying echoing from deep within the building. Metal flooring clinked beneath their boots, scattered with dir...

Nodding to Morse's request, she remembered at the moment to go get the rebreathers out of the APC. "Hold that thought. We'll want our rebreathers if the gases are as bad as they mentioned," Pvt. Blake mentioned before getting the APC open again to get the rebreathers out and closing it up right afte...

He heard Blake behind him as he slid into the other comm-system chair. Reaching into his shirt pocket, he produced a packet of instant espresso passed it off to her. “I never leave the ship without a few dozen.” he confided as he logged in. [Tag Blake] When she had a chance, Pvt. Blake looks to Gio...

Pvt. Blake’s fingers drummed lightly on the edge of the driver’s seat as she stared out through the viewport. The rising sun barely lit the sky, casting long shadows across the camp. It was still too early for a full-on energy boost, but the early morning quiet had its way of getting to her. She shi...

Ava gives the area one last sweep, still listening for any signs of movement. Satisfied that the coast is clear for now, she shifts her focus to the next objective. On the radio, back to S.Sgt. Wesley, she calls out "Staff Sergeant Wesley, Sir, this is Devil Dawgs. Everything’s clear on this end for...

Pvt. Ava Blake had everything prepared to go down the stairwell to help the rest of the squad, though in her personal comms device, she received a signal from the mercenary S.Sgt Wesley. Ava stands at the top of the stairs, shotgun in hand, tension coiling in her chest. The radio crackles with S.Sgt...

Taking one more quick glance at her radar, Pvt. Blake reports, "Another due left about 90 degrees from original target at about 40 meters."

During this time, she was loading up her shotgun with shells and getting her sidearm holstered, a modified VP70 with the arm brace packed into her pack.

Ava was jolted awake by the scream—a sharp, blood-curdling sound that shattered the stillness of the night. For a moment, there was only silence as she sat up in her cot, heart hammering in her chest. She had been asleep in the upstairs barracks, a far cry from the chaos unfolding below. But when th...

Ava Blake stayed a few paces behind the rest of the squad, taking in her new surroundings as she walked alongside the Marines toward the Beerwolf. She kept her eyes scanning the area, always aware of her surroundings, her green eyes reflecting the unease she felt. The tall grass around the village, ...

Private Ava Blake felt the subtle hum of the USS Heimlich's engines as the ship made its descent, her fingers drumming lightly against the comm console in front of her. She had been in the thick of things before, but there was something about the stillness of this planet that made her feel uneasy. H...

Having some of the flak from the bullets hitting the turret shield on the APAC, Sokolova checks on occasion that the integrity of the shield stays intact. She keeps her aim toward any of the moving figures or where any of the muzzle flash was spotted. She calls over the radio to the others nearby, "...

Having had a decent number of rounds hit the mark, Sokolova keeps the turret aimed at the gunship as it crashes into the ground. Keeping her turret focused on the crash and the moving personnel targets from the crash, she straightens her resolve, aiming at the soft targets with the gun. She mentions...

Aiming the turret up to the skies, Sokolova searches for the nearest enemy ship. "Nie going to get away with that..." She murmurs as the APAC swerves slightly before fixing course. Having her hands on the trigger and her eyes to the sights, she gives a bit of cover fire at the airships to try to slo...

As Henniger gave her a gentle tap on the shoulder, she smiled and nodded, before adding in that Ukrainian accent, "As you wish. A little action finally for my coming back party, da? We will show them that we're not weak." <Tag Henniger> Taking the time to jump into the turret and get the box of muni...

"Nothing on my entrance," Sokolova states on the comms just before as she puts her tracker along her belt, slinging the shotgun once more as well. <Tag everyone> Only then did she hear the radio come to life with the announcement, followed by the rumbling of the ground beneath them. Bracing herself...