USCMRPG

Sokolova watched the ensuing fight, keeping her eye locked on the target, waiting for Sixtus' shot, but every now and then, checking to make sure they weren't getting ambushed either. Her rifle remained at the ready, though she was hoping no more synthetics were lurking in the foliage nearby. Once s...

Tanya Sokolova waited in the brush, watching the two figures coming out of the building while keeping a visual on the figures and spotting for Sixtus. Scanning with her binoculars, she hears the whisper, taking a moment to step back to the brush further back and relay it over the comm. Keeping her r...

Date: June 24, 2189 Time: 19:46:15 Location: Camp Sierra, Capua, Nembus System Having a little time to clean up the mess around base and clear off the debris of bodies and scattered materials, Tanya finally manages to find some time to have a meal for the evening, finding a surviving ration in the r...

"Everyone okay?" Dmitri asked, eyeballing everyone on the APC with him. Looking back at the inquisitive voice, she replied back, “Da. It is good day for us, but not for all of us… I think the better question is what to do with the carcass out in the middle of camp.” <Tag Dmitri> Tanya glanced at Se...

Her heart pounding, Sokolova continued to pour in the rounds while the oversized Komodo dragon was headed toward them. Adrenaline kicking in, she only breathed a sigh of relief once the monster was not coming directly onto their APC, but only heightened once again after she saw it going after the ot...

Having noticed that the APC she was headed toward had finished loading up what wounded it could, she stood nearby it, taking aim at the large hulking lizard, making sure to take close aim before she sent out a spray of bullets from her rifle in the creature's direction, aiming for the creature's fro...

June 22, 2189; USS Shiloh Tanya Sokolova awoke from what appeared to be a nightmare from her cryo-tube, dreams of being trapped out in a cryotube in space forever finally leaving her mind once she found consciousness. Shaking off the cold cryogenic sleep, she saw that the tube was just opening as th...

Pushkin noticed the single large blip on his motion tracker, as well as the glowing yellow eyes. He whispered to Perez, “Contact, 11 meters.” Hearing the gunfire outside was a slight distraction, but he knew he was in a life or death situation in here. He raised his pistol and tried to find the near...

"Perez is right. Not a good idea," Dmitri gave his coffee mug a single hard shake to get the last drops clear and stowed it in his fanny pack. "Take it from my wi—Just from experience, friend. Eat nothing 'til you can get the labwork done on it first. Do you see any White Coats around here?" He cas...

"Leave em fuckin' be, less they make any kinda charge or snarl. They'll prolly' run second thems sees you." Morse noted to the question. "Perez n' Push... on point through the gap... Push track the motions." [/i] Morse assumed in there they would need it. Nikolai struggled to understand exactly wha...

Pushkin squints a bit when he sees the little creatures going in and out of the wreckage, though even more surprised to see the brown packaging of the MRE, though he checks to see what kind it was (hoping that either it was something that was slightly edible this time, or just stroganoff). Given he ...

As Pushkin finally goes through the dense forest, having smacked his neck for the umpteenth time from the biters in the air, he readies his pistol just in case if any of those lizards showed their ugly heads again (though the sound of something better than the laughable excuse of what the military c...

Corporal Nikolai Pushkin had slept deeply, only interrupted once or twice by the swishing of a sleeping bag next to him. One of the marines must have had trouble getting to sleep. He was half asleep himself, but the bag seemed stuffed unusually full for one marine. The next time that he became consc...

Pushkin comes slowly into view from the avid swamp onto some finally dry land. Taking a moment to take off his boots to remove the swamp water, he finds a crate to lean against. Taking out a small box the USCM gave each marine to fight foreign infection, he swallows one followed by a chaser of what'...

Pushkin heard the sound of the radio crackle in the wreckage. From his perspective he had his hopes up that they might actually have a way out of here. "Morse, I think I hear radio signal. I should investigate." Steeling his resolve, he prepared to step through the opening. He listened intently to z...