USCMRPG

Sykes's voice cracked back over the link: "Devil Dawgs, stand down. We have fellow Marines here and we are going to help them in good faith. Davros, Kelly, I need you both up here to treat them immediately. I need someone else to escort two civilians to safety. We will not disarm these Marines, they are friendly."

Swiftly, Davros, Kelly and McArthur detached themselves from their squad positions and headed into the backstage area. Kelly left Davros to tend to the escaped fugitives as he gave the two dancers a quick examination. They appeared shocked but otherwise in good health so he passed them to McArthur to evac.

<Tag Davros>

"Hey Sergeant! If we got anyone with motion tracker, we need them running sweep now, da? Niet take chances," Sokolova quickly addresses Hall. "May be good to get someone to go get one!"

As Sokolova spoke, McArthur was just taking his first step through the side door into the annex area where Hall and her squad were waiting. Something the size of a small dog dropped from the rafters onto his shoulders. The semi-mature Xeno reached around his throat from behind and McArthur's look of surprise turned to shock and pain and then vanished in a welter of blood as diamond-hard claws tore the marines throat out! McArthur fell to his knee's, one hand clawing vainly at his ruined throat and neck. The other hand tightened reflexively on the trigger of his M41A Pulse Rifle and discharged a burst of 10mm automatic fire wildly into t he crowded room.
The errant rounds stitched a path of shallow craters along the wall until the last one impacted on Grisham's shoulder armour. The armour did its job, sacrificing itself to prevent a fatal wound occurring to the wearer but even so, Grisham was thrown violently backwards against the cinder-block wall. his shoulder-guard was shattered and twisted off and micro-fragments from the explosion peppered his right upper-arm with shallow yet painful wounds.

<Tag Grisham>
<Tag Everyone>

In the sudden violence and confusion, the Xeno had disappeared again!

Paulson heard the order for a motion tracker but was way out of position to render assistance to the back of the building, suddenly the gunshots crashed out filling the air with their distinctive sound.

Paulson pulled up his motion tracker and began to sweep just in case all the time keeping an eye on his civilian charges.
paulson slung his shotgun it was filled with non lethal rounds and things had escalated somewhat, he pulled his side arm and got ready to protect those around him should the need arise.

<roll motion tracker>
<roll awareness>

"Shit!" cursed Danny Sykes. He had managed to broker a very tentative peace with the kidnappers, and now it was put in jeopardy by some wild firing idiot. After a moment of reflection, he decided that he trusted his Marines not to fire if it wasn't necessary, which meant there could be a threat. "Sergeant, what the hell's going on in there?!" he barked into the radio.
<Tag Hall and squad>

Hall let a small sigh escape and an almost too quiet to be heard; "Well...shit..." escaped her lips before she shook it off and sprang into action...

"PAULSON, KEEP YOUR EYES ON DAT TRACKER AN' TALK TO US! SOKOLOVA, WATCH HIS ASS! DAVROS, GRAB GRISHAM AND GET HIM OUTTA HERE! EVERYBODY, HEAD ON DE SWIVEL AND WATCH OUT FOR A SMALL XENOMORPH!" As she was yelling out commands, she moved to MacArthur's position and scooped him up under one arm while keeping her eyes all around her....

"SYKES, MORSE, WE GOTTA SMALL XENOMORPH IN HERE AND MACARTHUR'S HURT BAD, MAYBE DOWN....GRISHAM'S HURT, BUT OKAY I THINK. RECOMMEND EVAC THE BUILDING; WE'RE MOVING TO YOU!"

<Roll Alert>
<Tag Everybody>

Sokolova looks fast toward where McArthur's gunfire went off, she impulsively switched to a Ukrainian phrase, though quickly looked over toward Hall when the orders started going off. Noting Hall She quickly addressed something that Hall had mentioned, "Sergeant, Paulson is outside! I go to get a tracker in the APC, da? I be right back!"

<Tag Hall>

To keep on her word with what she said, she gives one last look at McArthur, thinking that the beast could have gotten any of them, even her, so there was not much else to do for him other than give a solemn salute before heading out of the building, swinging wide the back door, slinging the shotgun behind her. She starts sprinting toward the APC to gather another one of the motion trackers left behind. While breathing a bit heavy from the sprint to the vehicle, she mentions over the comms to Henniger, "Henniger, heading... back to the APC. Getting motion tracker... for inside."

<Tag Henniger>

Making sure to not waste any time and using this moment to catch her breath, she gets to the APC, gets in the back of the vehicle where her rifle is and looks for a spare motion tracker. After finding it, she shuts the door again, and heads toward the back door once more, but turning on the motion tracker to make sure she's prepared by the time she gets to the back door again.

<Roll motion tracker>

Being stuck on drone ops, Henniger listened to his squad and the platoon react to the sudden shit show this building had been from moment one.
Hearing Sokolava, he pushed the VR goggles up onto his forehead and pulled the door to the victor open roughly. He grabbed two trackers from mounts in the rear and keyed his comm.

"Roger, trackers in hand meet you at my location." He wanted to sprint inside and assist, but he had his orders. "Can't get too far from my anchor, anything else you need?"

<tag Sokolava>

"SYKES, MORSE, WE GOTTA SMALL XENOMORPH IN HERE AND MACARTHUR'S HURT BAD, MAYBE DOWN....GRISHAM'S HURT, BUT OKAY I THINK. RECOMMEND EVAC THE BUILDING; WE'RE MOVING TO YOU!" He heard Hall say. Davros shook his head for a split second and cleared out a fog that seemed to have lasted weeks and moments at the same time. He made his way over to Grisham and half dragged, half picked him up. With one arm supporting Grisham, his gun at the ready. He would be firing it one handed but the pray and spray would be better than nothing if a Xeno dropped in front of his face. They made their way to where Sykes was trying to diffuse the situation.

"Sykes we are in coming with wounded, I agree with Hall's assessment recommend bugging out to the APC with the wounded and our three new friends. Were coming through the door hot, please make sure I don't get any extra breathing holes I have enough already."
Davros made his way to the entrance to the back room with Grisham, who looked like he had his feet securely under him again. Keep that arm tight to your chest man. Use your pistol for now, the smart gun ain't gonna do shit if you cant point the dangerous end in the right direction." He mentioned to Grisham. "Friendlies coming in please keep all my parts where they belong" He said as calmly as he could while separating the curtain. "Marines we are leaving!!" He remember that line from a movie and snickered. "I'm Davros I will be your hostess this evening. I need you to keep your tray tables in an upright position as we get the FUCK out of here. My friends with the guns come with us and keep a sharp eye for anything that bites. He noticed Doc giving the girls a good once over. Sigh. Why does he get the fun jobs. He bent down and took a good look at the unarmed marine. (OOC I have no idea how i would examine him for a chest burster but lets say I did it right) " Fuck!!" He said probably a little louder than he wanted to. He keyed Sykes and talked as quietly as he could. "Boss hope you don't mind me taking charge for a sec. We gotta get this guy the fuck outta here. Hes got a baby coming and I don't wanna find out if its a boy or not. I'm gonna give him a shot. Not sure what he's got onboard so it could be iffy. He looked at the marines buddies. " He's got a friend comen and I ain't lookin forward to meeting him. I'm gonna give him a little something to hopefully calm it down. I'm as subtle as a sledge hammer so here it is. It could do one of three things. One...nothing. Two...make his little friend say hello. Or Three make the bastard go to sleep until we can do something. I'm gonna do my best to help him..ok" He hoped he wouldn't get an extra air hole in his head as he gave the marine a shot of some sedatives, mixed with pain killers he had prepared in advance. "Boss can you help me out a little." He said to Sykes as he grabbed the marines arm and got ready to drag him to the exit. I would fireman's carry this heavy bastard but i don't need that wiggly worm to burst onto my shoulder. I just got my hair did.

(OOC assuming we make it outside without getting killed by little friend number 1)

Davros keyed up the APC's. "I need one APC for me and my friend here. Doc I could use your help and i need another set of hands."
<tag Doc and whomever wants to help>
"Our new found friends and the rest of you should probably end up in the other APC's." He loaded the Marine into the APC and pulled himself in. "Recommend we make way to the nearest Wy facility. They may be able to help get this out without killing him if Doc and I can't do anything." He keyed his open mic off. Looking at Doc and the spare marine.
"We can either sit here and do nothing or we can try and get this out of him without killing him. We should have enough in these med bags to keep him stable. It won't be sterile but Fuck an infection it's better than a giant hole in his chest. What do you think Doc? Feel up for some down and dirty? <Tag Doc its up to you if you dont think we can we can just stabilize the shit out of him and take measures if the little one pops out.>

(OOC if we do this I can add details later. but do want to say this to the other marine.)
"If our little friend decides to say Hi, thats where your extra hands come in. Make sure it doesn't kill any of us, got it."

"What do we want to do with all the civilians?"Paulson asked "just send them the fuck home? i mean they appear clean. All the time he kept his eyes on the motion tracker.
As marines and civilians piled out of the club he called over the civilians to join his merry bunch, they looked scared an edgy, he hoped none of them did anything stupid with their growing fears.
Once everyone was out of the club Paulson let the medical team work, he knew he would just get in the way, his medical knowledge extended to stabilizing and that was about it, he stayed with the civilians chatting and trying to keep them calm and safe whilst decisions where made as to what would happen next, all the time his eye constantly checking the motion tracker for any tell tale signs something small and nasty was on its way.

<roll motion tracker>
<use diplomacy?>

(ooc oops forgot about grisham.) When we get outside before we take care of the marine I would totally throw a pressure dressing and tape his arm to him just incase of a break. Check his breathing in case of a collapsing lung or broken ribs.

The explosion of sound was almost immediate upon the situation feeling like it was settling. It was almost as though fate had a reaction planned and that no moment could be readily or easily solved. There were rounds fired, people shouting, radio static, and all within the tiny space a few seconds around that little bar. Morse was trying to piece through everything that he was hearing, but the only true declarative he heard came from Sam.

Xeno on the loose.

That was a major problem, and the insanity now breaking was no doubt a result of it. Morse was not there to see what happened, but they were not readily equipped to handle a situation with that many civilians around. The benefit of not being in space for this incursion was not lost on him, however.

"1st squad. Tighten up!" Morse declared. In an unfortunate situation that they were in he needed to secure their combat power more than forming a perimeter to safeguard the civilians. They were in a rough situation that was getting more complicated quickly.

And then the wounded Marines were brought out. Morse moved to handle the situation. "Anyone see anything move like it aint human, kill it! Weapons free." That was a direct order. Morse was not playing around with the smallest chance of a Xenomorph situation getting worse.

<Tag 1st Squad.

Morse, recognizing that Paulson had his hands full and having been in the situation himself, secured his weapon and took over the care of Grisham. "Paulson, I got em." He directed. "Deal with'the others of em'"

< Tag Anyone
< Roll Medical on Grisham.

"I need one APC for me and my friend here. Doc I could use your help and i need another set of hands."

Darren was already in motion towards the sounds of gunfire as the call for help crackled over the net. When he heard Davros's message, he redirected to join the other medic in the back room with Sykes and a couple of tense looking strangers in marine fatigues with the unit and rank patches conspicuously removed.

Davros was standing with a third, similarly attired stranger who, Daren could see at a glance, was seriously unwell. His skin was waxy and sallow, his breathing was ragged and he was sweating profusely. "What have we got, Dav?" Darren asked tersely as he flipped open his med-kit.

"He's got a friend comen and I ain't lookin forward to meeting him. I'm gonna give him a little something to hopefully calm it down. I'm as subtle as a sledge hammer so here it is. It could do one of three things. One...nothing. Two...make his little friend say hello. Or Three make the bastard go to sleep until we can do something."

Darren maneuvered the sick man into a chair and rolled up his sleeve for Davros "OK, give him the shot and then we'll get him to the APAC between us" Darren watched as Davros administered the sedative. The patient's eye's went glassy and then rolled back into his head. Darren threw one of the mans arms around his own neck as Davros did the same on the other side and together they hustled through the door to the main bar area, past the stage and towards the main entrance. As they went, Davros was talking on the radio again.

"I need one APAC for me and my friend here. Our new found friends and the rest of you should probably end up in the other APAC's. Recommend we make way to the nearest WY facility. They may be able to help get this out without killing him if Doc and I can't do anything." Davros keyed his mic off and looked across at Darren.
"We can either sit here and do nothing or we can try and get this out of him without killing him. We should have enough in these med bags to keep him stable. It won't be sterile but Fuck an infection it's better than a giant hole in his chest. What do you think Doc? Feel up for some down and dirty?"

Darren considered the odd of success in conducting emergency surgery in the back of a moving vehicle with just the contents of a field medical kit and didn't like the answers he came up with but he couldn't see another option. "I'd prefer to get him to a proper facility but I'm up for trying anything"