Turn 17 Shrouds of Mystery
Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 5:45 pm
Not yet! :twisted:Private wrote:OOC: Is anything going on at the barricade?
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Turn 17 Shrouds of Mystery
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Turn 17 Shrouds of Mystery
Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 8:51 pm
Morse wrote:Dugan wrote:Simovic could hear all the screaming, gun fire and confusion on the comms. Realising that the other squads had been ambushed and were in trouble he decided to give them some help. "Hoffman, Petrova I want you to move up with the Smartguns, put the targetting computers on and give the others some cover fire. Hopefully it'll be enough to enable them to fallback".
Morse wasn't really in favor of the idea of havin some of them move up, it wasn't bad that they were goin to support em, but havin only 2 of em, not the best idea, it wasn't a horrible idea, its just Morse wanted an alternative
And what are we gonna do with them movin up, are we just gonna stay back here?
Turn 17 Shrouds of Mystery
Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 10:39 pm
Morse knew exactly what that meant, it meant that if Erika and Petrova couldnt handle it, he would likely be one of the guys movin up to save em.
Oh, good, its nice to know that we've thought this all out.
<tag Simovic
He was being very sarcastic when he said that
Oh, good, its nice to know that we've thought this all out.
<tag Simovic
He was being very sarcastic when he said that
Turn 17 Shrouds of Mystery
Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 11:25 pm
"Sir, just tell me exactlu what you want me to do when you want me do it"Dugan wrote: "I don't know whats going on there at the moment, and our orders are to hold this position. However Petrova and Hoffman can use the firepower and accuracy of the Smartguns to help out, if they feel they can't handle it more men will be sent forward in support".
Turn 17 Shrouds of Mystery
Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 1:10 am
OOC: Oh no!!
Petrova had his smartgun at the ready, looking for targets.
Petrova had his smartgun at the ready, looking for targets.
Turn 17 Shrouds of Mystery
Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 8:51 am
Morse wrote:Morse knew exactly what that meant, it meant that if Erika and Petrova couldnt handle it, he would likely be one of the guys movin up to save em.
Oh, good, its nice to know that we've thought this all out.
"Petrova and Hoffman move up and support the other squads, I shouldn't have to be repeating simple orders"
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 6:46 pm
Morse wasn't really upset that Simovic had said that, he was actual pleased that he'd said that, because Morse had said somethin right there, that called for such a statement
Ya, i get ya, hell i'd probably wind up shootin someone like ya said on accident.
Morse was now gettin a bit more serious about the situation. It was about when he had somethin to do that he would get more serious, when not doing anything, he wouldn't be
Ya, i get ya, hell i'd probably wind up shootin someone like ya said on accident.
Morse was now gettin a bit more serious about the situation. It was about when he had somethin to do that he would get more serious, when not doing anything, he wouldn't be
Turn 17 Shrouds of Mystery
Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 6:51 pm
The ten millimeter rounds that Jerome fired struck the alien right in the head, killing it, the round penetrated the thick skull and bounced around within the cranium, scrambling the brain. A single drop of acid leaked from out of the bullet wound as it fell back, its hands and feet spasmed slightly before it settled into stillness.
Lieutenant Morrison dodged the alien face hugger narrowly, its tail slashing past , drawing a line of fire along his cheek. It landed on the ground nearby, and quickly scrambled around to prepare to launch itself again.
Tyler blocked the alien’s tail as it tried to slash him using his forearms. A grunt of suprise tore from his lips as, the force of the blow knocked him back a few inches. To his amazement the supple tail felt like he had been slammed by a steel rod.
The shot from Quinn’s shotgun hit home, the individual pellets striking the facehugger and spun it backwards through the air, its acid spraying back in the direction of its attack. When it landed it whipped back around to attack its attacker, acid spraying from the ruined remains of its tail.
Screaming Eagle quickly reacted, his movements were precise as he lunged toward the alien but also slightly to the left, there was a flashing of something silver and black past his face, spraying him with slime and mucus. His off balanced attack was successful, as the tomahawk hit and took a small bite out of the side of the aliens head.
Lieutenant Morrison dodged the alien face hugger narrowly, its tail slashing past , drawing a line of fire along his cheek. It landed on the ground nearby, and quickly scrambled around to prepare to launch itself again.
Tyler blocked the alien’s tail as it tried to slash him using his forearms. A grunt of suprise tore from his lips as, the force of the blow knocked him back a few inches. To his amazement the supple tail felt like he had been slammed by a steel rod.
The shot from Quinn’s shotgun hit home, the individual pellets striking the facehugger and spun it backwards through the air, its acid spraying back in the direction of its attack. When it landed it whipped back around to attack its attacker, acid spraying from the ruined remains of its tail.
Screaming Eagle quickly reacted, his movements were precise as he lunged toward the alien but also slightly to the left, there was a flashing of something silver and black past his face, spraying him with slime and mucus. His off balanced attack was successful, as the tomahawk hit and took a small bite out of the side of the aliens head.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 6:56 pm
Quinn didn't bother pumping the shotgun to load another shell, that'd take too much time. Instead, he took aim a few feet in front of the facehugger and pulled the trigger of his pulse rifle, letting the automatic fire walk it's way up to the creature in the space of a quarter second.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 7:04 pm
Ward grimaced in both pain and slight anger. His rounds had missed and pinged off the wall behind the alien. At least Jerome had escaped, and without injury too.
'Lucky bastard.' Ward thought as his upperhalf fell back to the ground.
He had given into the pain he had felt and was now laying completely on the ground, weapon still in hand. They would need reinforcements bad. More aliens were in the area and only two dead. He was not the lieutenant, but he could always make a suggestion.
"Jerome, I'm not the CO or anything... b-b-but... could you radio Simovic and tell him we need reinforcements bad. We got like... more of those fuckers left. We'll also probably need another Corpsman to carry me back... I can't f-f-f-freakin' move." Ward said, his speech slurred from the pain he was experiencing.
Ward could barely sit up without experiencing a great deal of pain. He would not be able to contribute to the fight very much. He had killed his first xeno, however. He would have to write it down somewhere. He wanted to keep a record of his kills. If he was lucky, he would get a blank book where he could write down his kills. That is, if he even survived.
Ward began to hear a sizzling sound. He looked at his arms and found acid beginning to burn through his skin. He screamed out in excrutiating pain, than gritted his teeth and attempted to call out for a Corpsman.
"C-c-c-c-c-CORPSMAN!!!" He exclaimed, his speach slurred once more from the pain.
'Lucky bastard.' Ward thought as his upperhalf fell back to the ground.
He had given into the pain he had felt and was now laying completely on the ground, weapon still in hand. They would need reinforcements bad. More aliens were in the area and only two dead. He was not the lieutenant, but he could always make a suggestion.
"Jerome, I'm not the CO or anything... b-b-but... could you radio Simovic and tell him we need reinforcements bad. We got like... more of those fuckers left. We'll also probably need another Corpsman to carry me back... I can't f-f-f-freakin' move." Ward said, his speech slurred from the pain he was experiencing.
Ward could barely sit up without experiencing a great deal of pain. He would not be able to contribute to the fight very much. He had killed his first xeno, however. He would have to write it down somewhere. He wanted to keep a record of his kills. If he was lucky, he would get a blank book where he could write down his kills. That is, if he even survived.
Ward began to hear a sizzling sound. He looked at his arms and found acid beginning to burn through his skin. He screamed out in excrutiating pain, than gritted his teeth and attempted to call out for a Corpsman.
"C-c-c-c-c-CORPSMAN!!!" He exclaimed, his speach slurred once more from the pain.
Turn 17 Shrouds of Mystery
Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 8:43 pm
[quote=""Dugan""]
"Petrova and Hoffman move up and support the other squads, I shouldn't have to be repeating simple orders"
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"yes sir"
Erika executed the orders and moved quickly towards the rest of the group.
She moved quickly but she was very careful scanning all around while advancing. Her M56 was ready and also the pistol. The extra ammo was easy to reach.
She was advancing in drawer with Petrova (one advanced the other one in the back scanning, first advanced Erika and Petrova scanned and then Erika stood and scans while Petrova advances, then Petrova stands and scans and Erika advances and so on).
"Petrova and Hoffman move up and support the other squads, I shouldn't have to be repeating simple orders"
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"yes sir"
Erika executed the orders and moved quickly towards the rest of the group.
She moved quickly but she was very careful scanning all around while advancing. Her M56 was ready and also the pistol. The extra ammo was easy to reach.
She was advancing in drawer with Petrova (one advanced the other one in the back scanning, first advanced Erika and Petrova scanned and then Erika stood and scans while Petrova advances, then Petrova stands and scans and Erika advances and so on).
Turn 17 Shrouds of Mystery
Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 8:47 pm
((Erika, the easiest way to have put that and without being repetitive would have been to have said, "Petrova and Erika would leapfrog forward, changing positions every so often." Instead of repeating the same thing over and over.))
Ward was becoming desperate. The acid was still burning on both his arms. He needed a Corpsman and fast. He would attempt to call again, just in case he was not heard the first time.
"CORPSMAN!!! C-C-C-CORPSMAN! I NEED A F-FUCKING CORPSMAN!" Ward said, sounding off over the weapons fire.
Ward was becoming desperate. The acid was still burning on both his arms. He needed a Corpsman and fast. He would attempt to call again, just in case he was not heard the first time.
"CORPSMAN!!! C-C-C-CORPSMAN! I NEED A F-FUCKING CORPSMAN!" Ward said, sounding off over the weapons fire.
Turn 17 Shrouds of Mystery
Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 8:53 pm
Quinn bolted at the call for a medic, trusting his rounds would have hit the target. He dodged through the chaos of combat, ducking an alien swipe here, dodging a burst of pulse rifle there. He finally slid under a Marine firing his weapon, the muzzle flash lighting up the nearby area.
He slid to Ward's position, already digging out his canteen. He dumped water over the wounds to neutralize as much of the acid as possible. Once he finished that, he grabbed the weapon out of the Marine's hands and stuck him with a painkiller that was going to put him out like a light, hopefully.
"Sergeant Dugan, this is PFC Quinn. Shit has gone downhill here!" Quinn paused long enough to aim a burst of fire at a rampaging xeno. The movement sensor was practically screaming it's findings, but Quinn ignored it.
"You're gonna be fine Private. Just take some deep breaths, relax."
He slid to Ward's position, already digging out his canteen. He dumped water over the wounds to neutralize as much of the acid as possible. Once he finished that, he grabbed the weapon out of the Marine's hands and stuck him with a painkiller that was going to put him out like a light, hopefully.
"Sergeant Dugan, this is PFC Quinn. Shit has gone downhill here!" Quinn paused long enough to aim a burst of fire at a rampaging xeno. The movement sensor was practically screaming it's findings, but Quinn ignored it.
"You're gonna be fine Private. Just take some deep breaths, relax."
Turn 17 Shrouds of Mystery
Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 9:06 pm
"Thanks Doc..." Ward said, feeling the effects of the medicine kick in.
He began to lose conscioussness already. It reacted fast, traveling through his bloodstream. Darkness began to consume everything around him. Soon, all he could hear was the weapons fire around him and soon even that dimmed into nonexistance. His heart beat slower now that the morphine had kicked in completely. He was out like a light.
He began to lose conscioussness already. It reacted fast, traveling through his bloodstream. Darkness began to consume everything around him. Soon, all he could hear was the weapons fire around him and soon even that dimmed into nonexistance. His heart beat slower now that the morphine had kicked in completely. He was out like a light.
Turn 17 Shrouds of Mystery
Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 10:56 pm
Pale Rider wrote:Lieutenant Morrison dodged the alien face hugger narrowly, its tail slashing past , drawing a line of fire along his cheek. It landed on the ground nearby, and quickly scrambled around to prepare to launch itself again.
Morrison quickly spun around to bring his M41A to bear on the hand-like creature, trying his best to get his front sightpost over the critter before pressing the trigger, shooting in short, sharp bursts.
(OOC: Roll for rifle. And if the roll sucks, re-roll it.
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