USCMRPG

Someone get back to the APC and get some rope, move like you've got a purpose Marines." He said looking at the ground for any signs of fractures. "Yessir!" Sara rushed back to the APC for the rope and any sort of climbing or rappelling gear that might be stored there. She returned shortly afterward...

The Marines began to advance down the slope into the massive crater that was the result of the Atmosphere Processing Plant going critical. 100 yards further down the incline, Sergeant Jonsson disappeared from sight. Her cry ended as quickly as it started. <Actions> Dirk followed sergeant Johnson to...

Dirk flicked away what was left of his cigarette, watching the burning embers fly in all directions as it hit the ground. Turning to the APC he pulled himself into the large matching and into the seat that controls the large cannon on top. Flipping a few switches he ran the weapon through the startu...

Dirk looked around for a moment before starting off towards operations. There was a fight that had happened here, and he wasn't sure who won. He couldn't really tell where the signs of battle ended and the damage from the AP explosion started. "You heard the orders. First squad, on me we're heading ...

"Caleija, keep that smart gun ready. Keep sweeping the surroundings and engage any hostiles, but stay close. The rest of you, defend the area and hold the line. APC is inbound." Dirk said as he scanned the horizon. Turning back to the cockpit he searched the wreckage for th black box. If he could fi...

The men and women in first squad suddenly heard the loud, strained voice of Corporal Sykes through their comms units. "We have hostiles, some kind of giant bug. Repeat, multiple hostiles. I'm gonna need a medic, son of a BITCH!" <Tag First Squad> As he was turning back towards the shattered remains...

Samantha Hall kept her Pulse Rifle at the ready as she scanned the area and kept her eyes and ears on the wreckage all around them. "There any kinda hardware on the planet that could shoot down a Dropship Corp"? Sam asked Pitt with a confused tone.... Dirk looked up from the shattered cockpit for a...

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Dirk followed the sergeant into the wreckage field. ""What a mess." He said absently as he scanned the area. Not much to the wreckage, but no bodies either. Maybe in the cockpit, but the hold wasn't loaded with Marines or civilians. Pulling out a cigarette he cupped his hand around the lighter, pro...

Dirk followed the sergeant into the wreckage field. ""What a mess." He said absently as he scanned the area. Not much to the wreckage, but no bodies either. Maybe in the cockpit, but the hold wasn't loaded with Marines or civilians. Pulling out a cigarette he cupped his hand around the lighter, prot...

The ride down was what he always expected, all fucked up. He had been on both combat and training drops and they all had one thing or the other wrong. Waiting till the door opened he stepped. Quickly into the howling wind. The first thing he saw was the utter distruction of the AP tower. The wreckag...

Pulling the intelligence unit and it's cables from the ship's computer, he stowed them in his backpack and threw the pack on his shoulders. Grabbing the rifle he made his way onto the line. "Private McKenna present and accounted for Coporal Pitt." Private Clint McKenna Medic Dirk turned to the youn...

"Roger that Sarge" Dirk said as he nodded. <TagSarge> Turning, he walked quickly to the locker room. Getting his gear strapped on he looked for a moment at his K-bar and Colt 1911. Both were old, from the USMC that predated the USCM. When his father died they were passed on to him. Finishing gearing...

Dirk sat quietly watching the men and women of the eights eat and talk. Taking a sip of his coffee he closed his eyes for a moment allowing his mind to drift to his boat in Hawaii, the great surf, the sun and endless beeches. Even though it was always on his mind, he always felt more at home when he...

Solitude. That is what hypersleep felt like. Alone, floating on an endless sea of darkness and silence. No past, no future, no now. Just endless drifting. Unlike some he didn't dream much. Images mostly. Flashes of the sea, of his boat but no continuity. Then the metallic sound of the chamber openin...