USCMRPG

Eileen had to fight an urge to demand someone tell her what the hell those things were and what the hell was going on. A dozen questions raced through her mind, how many were there, where had they come from, mostly what the hell were they going to do about them. It took a few seconds to realise that...

Eileen, froze for a second as the corridors erupted into chaos around her. Screams and movement and firing as something tore into her squads. She fired into what she could see, but with nothing but glimpses of the attackers. One thing was sure. If they stayed here they were going to get shredded. "E...

Eileed studied the copy of the schematic on her computer with a resigned glare. It figured the engine room would be on the other side of the ship, and through one of the more perversely designed set of winding corridors she's ever seen at that. "Alright, now we know where we're heading," Eileen said...

"Sarge, LT, I don't like the vibes of this place. Everything seems to be functioning except for the lighting. May I suggest that we try to see if we can't get the emergency lighting off and the standard lights back on?" "If we can do it quickly," Eileen agreed, "More importantly we need a detailed ...

Bojan approached a body of one of the "octopussies" and asked Lt Vincent, "Should we take one for Preist to have a look at?" Eileen shook her head, a pointless move within the confines of her suit. Whatever the creatures were they couldn't have been the cause of the garbled messages about dragons. ...

Eileen swung her rifle to cover the closest of the approaching shapes. Peering into the mist she couldn't make out details beyond their size, but that alone was enough to tell that no one would think of describing them as 'dragons'. Perhaps it was some native animal the survey had missed. She relaxe...

"Hold position while second squad checks this out, Eagle," Eileen replied, then turned back to Sergeant Steel, "Alright Sergeant, let's check out the contact."

Eileen moved forward with second squad, peering into the green mists for any signs of movement as they advanced. Despite Priest's briefing she hadn't expected anything quite like this, and she was more more grateful than ever for the motion trackers. First squad entered the ship and Eileen waited a ...

"Sir do you have anything to add?" Eileen twisted awkwardly in her seat, turning as much as the to face the marines, "Sergeant Steel's covered the rules of engagement. Just remember to stay focused on the mission, we get to the survivors and get out again. Stick to your orders, and don't get distra...

Eileen bit back the urge to add to the confusion by saying anything, leaving it to Morrison and Steel to deal with the errant medic for now. She was definitely going to have several very loud words with that man later about the concept of obeying orders though. Instead she turned her attention to fi...

Eileen turned to Lance Corporal Eagle, "Alright, first squad, get in there and check it out. Remember we don't know exactly who we have here, make sure they're unarmed and until we confirm otherwise treat them as potentially hostile." "Morrison, once it's clear, second squad will remove all occupant...

Eileen stood well back from the smoking entrance, clear of the lines of fire, making a futile effort to see any sign of movement beyond the smoke. With a slight shrug, she shouted towards the lifeboat entrance, "This is Lieutenant Eileen Vincent, USCM. You're on board the USS Costaguana. Leave the l...

Nick stood towards the front of the marines facing Lieutenat Vincent. "Sir I have a few questions. With the bio-hazard still unidentified do you think we should set up a decontamination area inside this hangar to prevent whatever it is from infecting us, that is if it's loose amongst the lifeboat p...

Eileen strode quickly onto the hangar deck, her mind still running through her conversation with Priest. Suddenly the situation had just got a whole lot more complicated, and she was still churning through the different possibilities. Unfortunately there was no time to stop and think it through in d...

Eileen climbed out of her cryotube trying not to trip over her own feet. She'd never liked mornings and waking from cryosleep was like downing a concentrated triple strength tablet of morning. It was cold too, and there was noise of two squads of marines tramping about, the smell wasn't so great eit...