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When the beast finally fell, Sixtus put several more shells into the thing for good measure, the last one a carefully aimed shot right into the thing’s head. He sat back, the adrenaline finally getting the better of him. His hands were trembling for a moment, then calmed after several deep breaths. ...

Quinn’s face was one of fierce concentration, his ice-blue eyes blazing with determination as he fired shell after high explosive shell into the herd. The shots weren’t so much as placed as fired with thought given to the kill/casualty radius of the ordnance. He kept firing until the shell carousel ...

Quinn had been up and about for the most part looking to the wounded. He heard the call of the stampede, which got him moving. With his leg, he was of no help in shifting the wounded. He looked to the other few medics which he had taken command of (out of competence rather than rank), and barked ”Sh...

Sixtus had done what he could as far as the emergency surgery could provide, and knew that complications could always arise. Primarily the risk of a hemorrhagic stroke (more commonly known as a brain bleed) and a concussion. Fortunately, the medicine for that was well settled. The medic elevated Pus...

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The Armat M42A Sniper Rifle was a wonder of modern engineering. Built in a similar layout to an ancient rifle known as a WA2000, it fired a special 10x28mm High Explosive Armor Piercing round to down it’s targets. It was known to penetrate an inch of steel before detonating. However, physics is stil...

Quinn had been some distance away from Giosso in the center, and saw the beast stumble out of the jungle. Given the similar appearance to the little creatures and the presence of the second beast, he thought that they had stumbled into their nest. He was about to say such when the flamer went off an...

OOC: Holy hell, also need to catch up, stand by. Sixtus Quinn was lucky enough to have a sleeping bag, and he was practically asleep when his head hit the pack. But about twenty minutes later he woke startled to feel Private Isabel Orozco putting her arm around him and pressing up close. She was st...

Sixtus limped into camp, Sergeant Cano’s M42A rifle slung across his back. His leg was wrapped in a few bandages, and slathered in antibiotic cream to keep any and all infections down. Terran salamanders were known for some nasty bacteria in their mouths, so the medic wasn’t taking chances. The litt...

Quinn was moving with a limp, the oversized newt having cracked his numerous bone. So, he let the other Marines take point and remained behind to tend to Grisham as best he could. Upon the entering of the ship, Sixtus again stayed behind the main line so as not to get in the way. And then the call f...

Quinn had just about enough with this dirtball. He hated jungle environments, as it was pure hell to survive in them, let alone fight effectively. His arms were bare after he had given up his uniform jacket to the Private who only got out with her skivvies, and so were covered in bug bites. He had t...

Can we give Orozco Quinn’s field jacket and Cano’s boots? Since Cano is being pulled along on a stretcher?

(Apologies for lack of posting, work has been hectic for the past few weeks) Quinn looked over the unconscious Marine, hooking up his K52 medical scanner to Sergeant Cano’s vitals. Examining the readout, the medic swore internally. Cano was bleeding in his brain, more commonly known as a stroke. And...

Sixtus had barely made it to the escape boat with his armor and gear. Only weapon he had gotten was his sidearm which had been in his locker.

The escape boat pulled some serious G’s before zero-g took over with blessed relief.

”Quinn, responsive...”

The last mission had been a right clusterfuck and a half. What was supposed to be a simple sneak and scoot turned into a hellish cat and mouse game with guns and hissing aliens. But the Dawgs had pulled their asses out of the fire, not before gaining a few more acid burn scars on the face. Fortunate...