USCMRPG

"...Shit is getting strange. Steel, Green, we leave soon..... the navigator, ... she... has somthing attached to her face......." "....I'd report to Sgt. Caden. We still need those......containers." Shirak's death was still a sore point with Steel, as he stood guard with Pvt's Green and Dufresne at...

"Agreed, but first, we find Pvt Shirak and get his status. I never leave a fallen Marine." Coming down the ladder Lt Cpl Steel, grinned his wolfshead grin at the sight of the "Captain" lying on the floor, most of his head splattered across the floor next to him. "Good shooting Green! That will teac...

Minutemans voice came in immidiately: "What the...*crackle*...happening? Xigo just flatlined!?" Steel froze as he heard Lt Minuteman's voice come over the comlink. He felt what seemed like an icy hand grip his heart, one of his team had just gone down, and he hadn't been there! "Set up that 'hush p...

"I'm putting 2nd Squad on this 'bot grab, Chappel; consider it a leadership opportunity. 1st Squad will assist the crew with any needed repairs." "Ok first squad fall in on me!" said Lt Cpl Steel, paitently waiting for his squad to form up. "Well boys and girls it looks like we are now mechanics an...

The harsh blazing of the flare threw glaring light around the access ladder, making whatever shadows were there disappear. Watching Green run towards the ladder, his Smartgun sweeping from side to side prepared to engage any targets, Steel was unsure whether he wanted to strangle him or applaud his ...

Tightening his grip on his pulse rifle, Lt Cpl Steel visually took in the hallway, trying to get a feel for the place.

"Ok sarge. Do we go left or right?" he asked looking at the two hallways leading ahead.

Grabbing a sentry gun from where it was stored, Lt Cpl Steel really hoped that he could get through this mission without having to carry it around the whole time. Well he thought, if worse came to worse and they ran out of ammunition for it he could always try to club one of the bad guys to death wi...

Coming awake after being frozen like a popsicle really sucked a fat one, thought Nick as he regained consciousness. Hearing voices he forced himself to sit up and take a look around. It looked to him like the rest of the squad was up and most of them was heading for the kitchen. He on the other hand...

Nick Steel casually glanced around, confirming to himself that the squad was short of people. A momentary frown flickered across his face at the confirmation of this news.

"Sir, I have a question. Are we to eliminate the mutineers or try and take them down without greasing them all?"