USCMRPG

Wang gave a loud hoot as she bowled the creature over, which gave way to an even louder groan as she was doused in the blood. With her professional background, she instantly recognized the smell, the taste, and (unfortunately) the effects as those of an extremely high molarity acid. She staggered ba...

"Oh no ya don't!" Sara ran forward recklessly. She grabbed Grayham and tried to wrestle her away from the creature.

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Pale Rider wrote:Almost as soon as the door rolled open the motion detector began to scream as it picked up two income targets from opposing sides.

Sara stepped back. "Whoah whoah whoah, we've got incomin' on both sides!" she announced, perhaps unnecessarily, as the rocks began to tumble.

"Watch where you're going. Don't make me kick your ass, Private," he said in an obviously joking manner. Her large eyes got even larger. Perhaps his joking tone had gone over her head. "You see anything on that motion tracker?" he asked, thinking he knew the answer already. "Uh, well. That's the th...

“Did anyone else hear that sound? Sounded like steam escaping from a pipe to me. Not sure that anything would still be leaking from pipes within so please tighten up the ranks. [...] Sarah you will be the Tail Gun Charlie. Okay let’s move out team!” "Yessir!" Sara quickened her step, falling into t...

"Private Wang, I want you to keep that motion tracker running, and I may need you to get us into that wreckage. [...] Everyone got it?" <Tag Second Squad> "Yessir!" She puttered around the area, slouched over the tracker. She stared intently at it with her large, strange eyes, seemingly oblivious t...

Private Wang glanced uneasily around the place. She was tall and gangly, with a round, plain face. Her hair, which may have been a little too long for regulation, poked out from under every side of her helmet in awkward clumps. She fiddled with the knobs on her communicator. "Testing, testing. Is th...

Erika fainted. "God damn it... someone wake Hoffman up!" Ward said, he was pissed now. Jonsson, still silent, walked over to where Erika had fallen to the floor. She wasn't much over 150 pounds, and he lifted her up fairly easily and shifted her over his shoulder. Her massive gun, however, was anot...

"Roberts... you don't sound so convinced. We need ya too, man. Same goes for you. Especially since you got more stripes than us. Dirk may be down, but that doesn't mean we cannot pick up the pieces of this battle and get the hell outta here. To mourn his loss before we escape and risk death would b...

Jonsson noticed that Roberts had gone back to searching for his VP-70 pistol. He walked up to him, and held out Dirk's Colt M1911. "Here Eric, use this. And keep it together for a little longer, okay?"

Jonsson looked in awe at the headless corpse of his friend. It was hard to believe what he had seen. He walked up to the body after a short time as Roberts staggered back to the group. He was in a lot of emotional pain, but he bent over Dirk and pulled the Colt M1911 out of its holster at Pitt's sid...

All the motion trackers were going off. Tyler looked down at his. He was in disbelief at what he saw. "MOVEMENT! Fuck, I can't lock in, they're all around us!!!" Jonsson's motion tracker was reading the same. He banged it against the side of his gun and looked at it again. "Damn, Dirk, I'm getting ...

Dirk listened to the question. He was going to keep in mission as long as he could. He wasn't going to leave those guys. Dirk got to the door leading to lower engineering. Jonsson looked at Dirk as Dugan spoke. It was clear from the look on the man's face he was as set on getting the MIA's as he wa...

Jonsson cringed as Quinn and Dugan lobbed their grenades into the midst, but overcame the reflex to get the hell away from the explosions. This turned out to have been the right course of action, as the incendiary grenades proved their less explosive nature by not sending them all to an icy grave. H...

"More guts'n a bear.." Jonsson whispered as Fox reached for the door. His tone didn't make it clear if he was feeling admiration or scorn, but he tightened his grip on his pulse rifle all the more, and aimed it upwards, his finger just off the trigger. His mind registered how sad a thing it was tha...