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Whispering over to McKenzie as we move out. "Well good to know your going to be out front providing that early warning." Hunter smiled as he kneeled next to Ares. "Its what we do. Just cover my ass, while I'm out there!" he added as he pressed a toggle switch on the elaborate harness that his partn...

"I'm was expecting mainly scouting duties. Early warning on enemy patrols, and later on we'll need to search the enemy base. You have the best idea of your dog's abilities though, McKenzie," Eileen gave him a questioning look, "Do you have another suggestion?" McKenzie shook his head with a smile. "...

"Of course since this is only a training mission we won't be running into any live fire from our opposition, but it's better to be safe than sorry. Also Lieutenant which squad are you assigning Pvt McKenzie and his puppy to?" Hunter stood up, once again giving Ares a "stay" hand signal. "Ma'am I'm a...

"Yeah..he does." interjects Hunter as he pulls Ares back from the ambitious marine. "We'll have an intro session prior to drop so he can get used to all of y'all." Hunter steps forward and extends his hand after giving Areas a hand signal to stay. Besides Cryo always makes him cranky. I'm Hunter McK...

PVT McKenzie finished sliding the huge knife in to its scabbard and turned to where the huge Alsatian hybrid named Ares, lay watching intently. The slight whir of its electronic eye barely heard above the thrum of the ship. Months in cyro- sleep were hell on humans, but for some reason Canines seeme...

Shepherd chuckled at Morrison as he tried to wipe the taste of the tube form his mouth.

"I'm here, SGT"

"Sgt, how can we prepare to fight those bugs if we can't discuss tactics?" piped in Shepherd from the front of the meeting. "And after that memo, I'm not sure if thats what those Corps want anyway."

Shepherd slung his ruck over his shoulder and moved next to where Con stood next to Honeysett.

"Who are the civvies in the suits?" he asked, keeping his voice low and averting his eyes toward the civilians.

PVT Jason Shepherd
2nd Squad, Corpsman
3 Bat, 2nd Reg, 8th Platoon

Shepherd collapsed into the jump seat and let out a deep breath as if cleansing his body of stress. Looking at the others he shook his head several times thinking about the past few hours and the terrifying roller coaster ride that the mission had been. Listening to to the others handle their fear a...

Shepherd, after setting Eagle down easy, quickly pulled off the two grenades he carried on his LBV and after a whistle to get Morrison's attention tossed first one and then the second grenade to him.

"Sheperd... come here and give me a hand with Green, will you?" Morrison said over the radio as he struggled to get the big soldier on his feet.

"Roger that!" acknowledge Shepherd as he slung the motion tracker and helped Morrison get Green under control.

"Where to now?"

Shepherd takes the motion tracker and takes up a position of cover and scans the area as the steady tik..tik..tik..of the tracker plays through the silent ship. At the start of the verbal alarm Shepherd shakes his head. "How can this get any worse?" he chuckles as he continues to track for bogeys.

Shepherd cursed silently as he knelt and began watching their "six" Taking a pair of flares form his harness he lit their ends and tossed them to their rear in an effort to light their possible exit and illuminate any bugs coming that way. At the sound of that grating scream he turned back over his ...

"Roger that, Sarge!" answered Shepherd as he kept examining the body. Finally, after a small sample of resin was broken off, Shepherd reached up to touch the carotid artery as a final hope of life.

Once Shepherd entered the resin covered room clearing his field of fire as he moved, As he moved closer to the resin encased body his medical training took over.

Slinging rifle he moved over to the hanging body and began a quick examination.

PVT Jason Shepherd
Corpsman
3 Bat, 2nd Reg, 8th Platoon