USCMRPG

Their skirmish was at its end with a triumphant whirring of machinery coming back to life. They had survived another encounter with the carnal enemy and still managed to get the full might of human technology back on to surviving in the most inhospitable environment in the universe... space. But wit...

"Well, shit." Morse muttered to himself away from his mic. He had a feeling that the order would be to proceed on mission, but at the present he was not sure exactly what the chances were of them actually making it happen. It just depended on how many of the things there were, and how long it would...

Morse had a sense of satisfaction watching the alien get split to pieces when he opened up on it with his pulse rifle. But just as soon as it came it slipped away on him. There was no telling how bad the situation was in terms of an infestation, and the sheer fact that there were Xenomorphs on the s...

The things were there. The infestation that seemed to be plaguing the known human galaxy had made its way to this pristine monolith of human achievement in the sector. Even at where they were in space the things were still managing to go from point to point. They were on a relatively random redirect...

This was winding up being a series of firsts for Morse. While he had been tactically in charge of the platoon before, this was the first time that he was doing it in conjunction with an attachment of something other then marines. It was just as strange that they were the majority of the force that t...

Morse without hesitation moved over towards Sykes. He adjusted his helmet to ensure it was on straight to keep things comfortable and tight on his body. The situation was about to get worse, everyone standing there knew that. But Morse was likely about to be handed information that may alter the sit...

The firefight that took place was almost refreshing to Morse. He had become so accustomed to the long ranged rage that so often transpired, or the imminent fear of a long agonizing death from some alien hostile, that he had almost forgotten the rush that came in a close up firefight. It was agonizin...

Morse was rapidly understanding the great purpose of being in First squad again. While there was use for the strong tactical approach of flanking and maneuvering, there was something that needed to catch the eye of the enemy. Morse was not quite as mobile as he once was, with his metal robotic leg r...

Another man was dead, or likely so. Morse had an almost surreal moment where he contemplated how many people were dead by his hand. He did not include animals, or even the xenomorph scourge. That was like counting the number ants or insects one had stepped on. But the number of thinking people that ...

The first skirmish was handled, but now more were to follow. Morse and the marines were ready, but at the current moment there was no good intelligence on the raw size of the force they were facing. Even if they kept overwhelming them in small groups, inevitably one of them would get a lucky shot on...

The situation shifted, but not such that they it was not covered by their initial battle plan. Morse knew that he'd killed a man today already, or at least severely injured him. The stopping power of his rounds was at least enough to throw him down, but Morse could not tell if their armor was some s...

Morse had immediately been impressed by the station. Though he hated the idea of living in space for prolonged periods of time, and most certainly did not appreciate that it was the intention of many to find better ways of doing so, Morse could not help but be impressed. The station, while having th...

A new assignment meant a new squad. This was not unusual, quite common with the current situation. The Marines all worked closely with each other that they were practically interchangeable. This was no issue, and Morse had spent enough time in every squad and in every position that he could handle h...

Morse had been fortunate (or unfortunate) to have spent most of the trip in a cryotube. The selection process had in parts been done by drawing straws. Though he was drinking far less then he used to, and on the edge of space they were in not able to drink at all, he still felt the lingering sicknes...

The thought of leaving the jungle world was a delight to everyone's mind. Morse was growing absolutely sick of being on worlds that were entirely untamed. Though he did not like running around on space stations and in zero gravity situations where a single puncture in a suit or misstep left you dead...