USCMRPG

"I can tell you now, just by the sounds, they're with the grow," Gideon says through gritted teeth. He protectively holds his left hand on close to his chest, and everyone can see the skin is gone in several places. His skin looks more akin to swiss cheese laid over his left hand and wrist. "They're...

"Ah, fuck," is all Gideon can whisper before opening fire with his meager pistol. He reaches behind himself as he fires and turns the knob to open the door, but the door doesn't budge. "Goddamn it," he says emphatically as yet another thing does not go his way. Of course the door opens inward, right...

Gideon's eyes shoot open at the sound of the screams, though he does not move from the bed. He jumped in shock when the glass explodes out, then ripped his blanket off. He had purposely laid with his feet facing the door, leaving his head towards the window behind him. Damn you, he cursed himself si...

Gideon quietly followed the others. He wasn't as excited for a good beer. He had been raised here, and he had had enough relaxing on the ship. He sat at the bar with some of the others, setting his gear down on the floor next to him. The weight of the Smartgun being off of him was a palpable relief ...

"And I am sure whatever happens here, he will get all the credit," Heinrich added in with a sigh, his mild German accent skewing his words. "Regardless, I am somewhat... excited to see the truth of The Pock," he says, using the planet's nickname for the crater. "As children, we heard the wildest sto...

Gideon smiled bittersweetly as the ramp opened and showed him his home world once again. The emotion on the man's face, which was generally impassive, was a rare display and quickly passed. He was hardly excited on the journey, he had no family left here and no ties to the world anymore and so nothi...

Present!

Cormac breathed in deeply as he awoke. The warm ship air burned his lungs, having moments ago been nearly frozen for three years. He steps out of the pod and begin his stretches immediately. The big man grumbled as he limbered up and prepared himself. “Damn, it makes me sore laying in the same posit...

Cormac listened quietly throughout the briefing. His interest was piqued when hearing about the missing militia members for a moment, but on further consideration he suspected the science team may have just blown themselves to bits or released some sort of trapped gas. It wouldn’t be the first time ...

Cormac Preacher sat quietly in the front row, waiting patiently for the briefing to begin. He was a large man, pushing the boundaries of what natural should look like, and it made his chair almost look comical beneath him. He sat as tall as some men stood, and his mass was just as impressive. For as...