Turn 8: 1st Squad
Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2021 3:42 pm
Morse, Paulson, and McKenna led the way aft through an open doorway. Davros was trailing at the back with his survivor. The room they entered was dark and had a higher ceiling then the rest of the deck. Their flashlights illuminated walls and ceiling of unpainted metal. A strange clanging noise was coming through their audio sensors as they spread out. Paulson stumbled as his foot struck something soft. Looking down, he saw the blank stare of dead eyes. The man was covered in blood but from his uniform he appeared to be a member of the crew. He was riddled with small bullet holes.
(Awareness check: All passed)
All at once, the Marines of First Squad saw the source of the clanging sound. In one corner of the room sat a series of metal tanks that had pipes running in different directions before they disappeared into the walls and ceiling. Directly in front of these tanks stood a man with a long and jagged piece of metal. He was striking the tanks repeatedly and a luminescent blue-green liquid was dripping from the holes he had already made. It was starting to pool on the ground and under his feet.
Suddenly the man turned as he saw their flashlights. He was panting and soaked in sweat, as well as flecked with the glowing green substance. “You! Who are you?!” he shouted angrily. The flashlights panned over his gray uniform and saw the word SECURITY stenciled across his shirt and ballcap. “You see him, huh?” He pointed at the corpse. “He tried to stop me, ha ha HA! Nice try, buddy. Nice try. I know what you’re here for. I know why you’ve come!” His eyes shot manically from one pressure suit to the next. “Maybe you’re here to stop me. I heard the gunshots!” His hand went to the grip of an SMG that hung on his belt. “This ship is cursed… It can’t reach the dock, no! We have to destroy it! Are you going to stop me?!”
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(Awareness check: All passed)
All at once, the Marines of First Squad saw the source of the clanging sound. In one corner of the room sat a series of metal tanks that had pipes running in different directions before they disappeared into the walls and ceiling. Directly in front of these tanks stood a man with a long and jagged piece of metal. He was striking the tanks repeatedly and a luminescent blue-green liquid was dripping from the holes he had already made. It was starting to pool on the ground and under his feet.
Suddenly the man turned as he saw their flashlights. He was panting and soaked in sweat, as well as flecked with the glowing green substance. “You! Who are you?!” he shouted angrily. The flashlights panned over his gray uniform and saw the word SECURITY stenciled across his shirt and ballcap. “You see him, huh?” He pointed at the corpse. “He tried to stop me, ha ha HA! Nice try, buddy. Nice try. I know what you’re here for. I know why you’ve come!” His eyes shot manically from one pressure suit to the next. “Maybe you’re here to stop me. I heard the gunshots!” His hand went to the grip of an SMG that hung on his belt. “This ship is cursed… It can’t reach the dock, no! We have to destroy it! Are you going to stop me?!”
<Tag First Squad>
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