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Post by Nick » Thu Jun 15, 2006 8:35 pm

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(OOC: This turn is aimed towards the Marines that are set down on the roof. The other Marines, check pt 1.)

The dropships engines increased in pitch and the air brakes caused the air rushing past to rumble, shaking the ship like dice in a cup.

"Crap...sounds like shit hit the fan down there!" The pilot reported. The Marines in the cargohold could not see anything of the outside but their intercoms where already picking up fragments of the comrades radio traffic - And it didn't sound good. Not good at all.

The dropship bay of the dropship opened with a hydraulic whine and the air rushed in, tearing and pulling everyone and everything in the cargohold. Eager to pull them out into the darkness and send them plummeting to their doom several hundred meters below. It was raining outside and it took mere seconds for the Marines to be soaked. A red light shone and sent an eerie hue over the black painted faces of the Marines. Below yellow lights rushed past, the ship pitched back and the Marines had to hold on not to be sucked out into the gaping hole back in the ship. The light shone steadily red. The ship leveled out and started its hover a mere 20 meters above the roof of the building. The light switched to green and the marines immediately threw ropes out into the darkness of the night follwing after moments later.

The Marines repelled down the ropes as fast as they dared, gusts of wind almost sent them tumbling as the dropship had to correct but everyone made it down. Around them the cityscape of New York with its billion lights stretched out as far as the eye could see in every direction. The buildings looked like black silohouettes against the lead blue sky. A flash of lightning ripped across the sky followed by a thunderous roar...but there was another sound heard too. The sound of explosions and automatic fire. The intercom was filled with the screams and curses of the other Marines. The roof team gathered themselves and started moving to the sole access hatch that could be seen next to the large antenna crowning the building just a few meters away.



OOC: The roof is quite big. You are next to the antenna. There is a small hatch there that seems to be leading into the building. Optionally there is a door on the frontside but that requires that you climb down two steps to gain access to it.

If you have any questions just write OOC (out of character) and I will reply to them as soon as I can.
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Post by Gosha » Fri Jun 16, 2006 5:49 pm

The burley support gunner took up a right flanking possition as the small fireteam made its way towards the hatch. As he moved, hunched over in a low semi crawl, he kept throwing glances to his side at the door that was down the steps. As if he expected it to be kicked open any second by a bunch of gun toating cultist.
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Post by AstroBoy » Sat Jun 17, 2006 6:01 am

Bojan quickly made his way towards the hatch following Gagarin, saying to him, "I'll keep an eye on that door, you just watch the hatch."

The rain aswell as the fear of someone coming out of that door made him jumpy, but he tightened his resolve and focused on the facts of the task at hand, the marines are the best and are coming in hard and fast.
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Post by Gosha » Sat Jun 17, 2006 7:55 am

"Woof woof"
Gagarin nodded and squared upp against the hatch Going down to one knee as he got closer.
"Breach, blow and clear sir?" he siad over his shoulder, aimed at L.Cpl Morrisson.
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Post by Jocke » Tue Jun 20, 2006 5:50 pm

What Morrison heard over the radio made his stomach turn into a small, tight, knot. The others where getting their asses handed to them down there, and he couldn't do shit about it.

Or could he?

Grabbing the Mic, he flicked the setting to the channel of the dropship.
"Get them some fuckin coverfire down there!" he yelled at the pilots, disregarding all kinds of radio-protocol.


FUBAR... But those bastards are gonna pay.


Gosha wrote:"Breach, blow and clear sir?"


"Hell's yeah! Just scan for anything fishy before you enter- fuckin'sharp, Bojan keep at it!- I'll set the charge, Carter- do a sweep an' clear!" Morrison half-screamed, getting himself all worked up- but feeling secure that with a squad such as this, what could go wrong?

As he passed Pvt. Gagarin on his way to the hatch, Morrison smacked the big russian's shoulder; "You ready for this, Devil Dog?" he grinned.
Then he crouched by the hatch, and started to set up a directional explosive device.
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Post by Gosha » Wed Jun 21, 2006 2:30 pm

Pvt Gagarin checked that the saftey was indeed off on his MG and then nodded to his squadleader.
"lets get this done, Iwe got an urge for cornbread and a beer." he said with a smirk.
squaring his shoulers and cracking his neck, making ready for the firefight that was destined to follow once the hatch was open.
"Once more onto the breach dear friends."
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