USCMRPG

There was an irony to the Colonial Marines. Though the root of their title came from aquatic beginnings, they had next to no training in the water beyond being able to swim with a combat load. The combat skills translated well enough though into an underwater environment. Morse did not know if they ...

War was hell, and war was eternal. So if their existence was a consistent state of war, were they not also denizens of hell? These thoughts had come and gone from Morse's mind many years ago. By virtue of staying in the Colonial Marine Corps you were signing up for a life of misery. The conditions a...

Still flying, still fighting. Let's do it.

It didn't take but a moment to size up the situation that First Squad was in, and it wasn't good. There had been hostiles approaching their position, that was true. Two downed black wearing combatants that could have easily given away their position, or engaged them and killed any of the marines in ...

Morse was a bit conflicted. On the one hand he saw something that looked like the target, but on the other hand he was absolutely not sure what he was looking at. It was difficult to discern at that moment, all he knew was that they were wearing dark uniforms. They appeared similar to those that had...

There advance was in disturbed and tactical. Morse and first squad were on the left. No position was Morse's preference. He knew that point was where he'd been hurt the most over the years, but most often it was entirely random chance and circumstances that could get someone hurt. They were more cau...

Morse had not taken the time to notice the size of the captured sentry gun. The synthetic might have been able to heft something like that, but regular people would have a hard time, and that hard time would inevitably turn into serious fatigue right when you needed your energy. Inevitably it was no...

The new objective was not a surprise to Morse or any of the others really. How could it be? Any time there was something underground or hidden out of sight, the Marines were called in to investigate, and determine viability, or hostility. It was always a coin toss on which it would be, but Morse ant...

The firefight was over, an easily executed ambush. A successful flank always left one feeling satisfied. They went quickly and left the enemy completed dazed and overwhelmed. And the circumstances were less important then what Morse was willing to consider. Were these actual adversaries? Is this the...

Morse had been entirely content with waiting it out and dealing with whoever was left. But there was apparently some action happening on the roof, and the LT was opting for a more aggressive approach. While there was a moment of irony that Morse reflected on in that he did not want to charge in and ...

The arrival of the special forces gave Morse a real moment of pause. In a way he was more afraid of them then he was of many of the Xenomorphs at this point. The Xenomorphs were easy to understand in a lot of way. Keep them away from you and you'd be alright. If they got a hand on you you were going...

No way through the big door. While unfortunate, it was not there only option. Morse had not anticipated walking into such a sophisticated trap. Generally they were dealing with some mounted positions or a squad in wait, but not something along the lines of welded doors and potential autoguns. But if...

The rain was soaking straight through to Morse's skin. It wasn't like Earth rain, it felt cleaner, fewer particles and toxins in it raining down his face. At times rain on Earth felt like oil sliding down your forehead depending on the quality of the air that day, and that was a more common endeavor...

New people came in, and with new people came questions. Maybe Lt Harper knew that, she'd been out on drops before. There was an eagerness to all new recruits to get their say in. Especially if they were the reinforcing element to what was already a special forces unit. Bright eyed and glory seeking ...

Morse was not surprised at the description of the repairs that were put into Henniger. Morse had a similar set of treatments that were set in by the lowest bidder. The most of his had been about as good as anyone would expect. The hardest to wrap his mind around was the robotic leg that he had. It w...