USCMRPG

Fox swatted away his cig and pulled his gas mask up. Then he put it on a adjusted it air tight. He began to wonder what the hell was going on with this mission. First it was a stealth mission, now to an full out assaults from the xenomorphs. Are they smart enough to use computer systems? Fox cleared his head of that thought.

( Reflexes, Constitution, Awareness OOC Rolls)

Eric kept going with the stretcher, hoping they were running out of the way of the gas.

"First squad, cover the doorways. Second, Cover vents, Third - go where your needed. Masks on everybody! I'll supervise first. Dugan second and Bojan third. We clear?"

Pulling his mask down he brought his pulse rifle up to his shoulder

"Hop to it marines!"



(Apologies for brief response, my computer is v. freezy)

"Roger that sir. Second squad is in the vent system tracking the xenos" Dirk said into his comm as he went still further into the dark vent.