USCMRPG

Even though Morrison had been talking to Erika when he mentioned watcheing the left, He shifted the way he was facing in that direction.

He saw a lot of people pullin down their IR sight. He wasnt really gonna use it, but it might be a good idea.


Sir im gonna hang here to watch Erika's flanks in the mean time, if thats not a problem

<tag Morison





but just after that Dirk threw a flare out. And Morse shot back to being attentive

Ward turned around and brought his Pulse Rifle to bear, aiming it down the open doorway.

"Pitt, who has point?" Ward inquired.



Ward flashed his shoulder lamp down the corridor as well, hoping to better illuminate the surrounding area. He felt as if something was in there. He may have been itching for some action, but he was not stupid. Ward moved up to Pitt's position to whisper something to him.

(roll sense danger and shoulder lamp to illuminate the area inside room)

((OOC: Dirk, check your PM in a sec.))

Dugan wrote: "Morrison what the hell is going on? Are we leaving the station or are we going after the MIA's?"

"You know as well as me that they're dead. We got sent in to fetch you guys, since this is about to be declared a quarantined zone." Morrison's voice was laconic.



Hearing private Hoffman's protest, Morrison smiled to himself "How about I do my best to not hit you, awright?"

"Aye Sir" answered Erika to the Lt with a little voice... she was really disgusted.

As soon as the door opened, Erika started covering the people at the entrance of the tunnel, still checkin on the left hand side as the Lt told her.

She was glad that Morse was with her. She will offer him a beer once back.

Jocke wrote:

Dugan wrote: "Morrison what the hell is going on? Are we leaving the station or are we going after the MIA's?"

"You know as well as me that they're dead. We got sent in to fetch you guys, since this is about to be declared a quarantined zone." Morrison's voice was laconic.

Simovic heard his reply, he also believed this to be the case but it wasn't USCM practice to leave even the dead behind. Anyhow Dirk had other ideas and was still leading the platoon onwards into engineering, exactly where Bojan had located the MIA's PDT signals.

"First Squad move up to the door behind second. Roberts you watch the right flank I'll cover the left, Quinn keep your eyes on the ceiling and your tracker"



[Roll Sense Danger]

He'd noticed the FNG's all pulling down their IR eyepieces.

"Just to let you new guys know, these things don't show up on the IR spectrum, so don't rely on them if we enter combat".

"You got it, Sergeant Simovic!" Ward said, not diverting attention down the open entrance.



He had the feeling things were going to become VERY hectic, fast. He only hoped he was wrong.

[quote=""Dugan""]
He'd noticed the FNG's all pulling down their IR eyepieces.[/quote]

Cant even see them the infra red, HA, this shit just goes down hill Morse said again, not really directing it to anyone

<tag anyone



Morse shifted again, he aimed forward but he was still standing next to Erika as they moved forward

Fox hated getting ignored. It was a simple yes or no question. He was getting ready to brush passed Dirk and stepped in through the door. He flipped his IR lens down from his headset. Anxiety was building up in fox. He was in no mood, even if he did come face to face with an xenomorph, the rage was starting to control him. He clicked on his shoulder lamp. Fox scouted around in the area because he got the feeling that Dirk was to worried about his love life with Erika to be focused on the mission. He slipped the clip that Erik had gave him into his rifle.

"All right marines. I say that we should split into fire teams, or something like it..." Petrova said. He was a Lance Corporal now, meaning that he outranked Ward.

Dirk Pitt wrote:Dirk listened to the question. He was going to keep in mission as long as he could. He wasn't going to leave those guys. Dirk got to the door leading to lower engineering.

Jonsson looked at Dirk as Dugan spoke. It was clear from the look on the man's face he was as set on getting the MIA's as he was. It was funny, he thought, how the black images of teeth and tails actually motivated him to keep going.

Dirk Pitt wrote:"Ok guys, get ready." Dirk said as he opened the door. He threw a flare into the darkness, watching for any sound or movment

He closed his eyes tightly for a second as the flare clashed with his straining vision, then opened them again and stared intently through the door for any sign of movement, his rifle at the ready.

Dugan wrote: "Just to let you new guys know, these things don't show up on the IR spectrum, so don't rely on them if we enter combat".

"Ahh, nothing but good news Sergeant Dugan.... love a little challenge." Erik smiled completely oblivious that he would be having a real challenge on his hands shortly.

Dirk Pitt wrote:"Ok guys, get ready." Dirk said as he opened the door. He threw a flare into the darkness, watching for any sound or movment

Schrodder had another FNG moment. When Dirk threw the flare into the room, he didnt close his eyes. This is always how he imagined being flash banged would be like, minus the extremely loud noise. The sudden light burned his eyes with that dull pain you get from being dumb enough to look into a flash light or.... the sun for too long. Lucky for him though, when he closed his eyes the image of the room with a bright flash was burned into his eyes for a few seconds. [/b]

Petrova gaped at his CO. Quarintine Zone? Had some disease spread?

"Sir? Are we going back now?"



He was scared. Sergeant said something about MIAs and the half japanese guy said something about 'cockroaches'.

"We'd better get the hell out fast!"

Dire Wolf wrote: "Ahh, nothing but good news Sergeant Dugan.... love a little challenge." Erik smiled completely oblivious that he would be having a real challenge on his hands shortly.
[/b]

Speak for yourself, i wasnt never to good at beatin challanges


<tag Erik

The moment the doors opened into the first level of the Engine rooms, the xenos began to stalk toward the source of the disturbance. The Queen's gutteral cry of anger could be heard as well as felt as it vibrated through the metal flooring. First one, then two, then all the motion trackers' began to squeal as they began to detect the presence of a movement. Fox's smartgun began to dance in his hands as the aiming mechanism pranced from one target to the next unable to get a solid lock. The flare's guttering light caused distorted shadows to dance across the walls and ceiling the shadows grew larger as the indistinct shapes seemed to grow out of the walls and floors. A dark, resinous looking substance coated the walls and a steamy fog reflected the flare's light ominously.



(OOC: If you have a motion tracker please pm me so I can feed you your data. Welcome to hell boys and girls.)

All the motion trackers were going off. Tyler looked down at his. He was in disbelief at what he saw.

"MOVEMENT! Fuck, I can't lock in, they're all around us!!!"