USCMRPG

When the metal turret hit the ground Marcus exhaled a sigh of relief. He checked his pistol, he still had most of the clip left. Crouching low he face the rest of the squad and made the sign to <Form up> before pointing to Duncan, and moving, along what was left of the cover, toward the man. Careful...

Javalin is the best for dealing with bosses, once you upgrade it.

Ripper is PERFECT for swarms. just watch out for grenade babies.

OKAY. Other new guys.

THe pulse rifle, unless I missed an update, the pulse rifle has a clip of 99 rounds.

NINETY NINE.

Stop reloading every post.

Marcus's eyes returned to a semblance of normalcy as the shooting continued, he turned to his squadmates and gestured twice. <SNIPER> <IN THE TREES> <11> <High> He had to stay out of sight, with just his pistol he wasn't going to do any more than draw fire. Still, he leaned his arm a bit and fired t...

as long as us new guys get into the platoon soonish that's fine

As the world slowed Marcus took stock of the situation: the suppressing fire was dealt with, his arm was tended too, and they hadn't fully broken ground at the hill. He could see the dirt explode from the incoming sniper round, Marcus broke down the corridors of attack the shot could have come from....

It has now. So. Yay.

The moment his arm began to go slack, the words. "HIT!" found their way out of Marcus's mouth. He was already down on the ground, rolling behind a heavy looking tree for cover. He tore his individual first aid kit from his pack and slammed ran through the drilled procedure of cleaning and staunching...

Quinn: Okay so is there a way for me to 'heal' my arm? Or at make it usable again? I'm thinking the Crucible Med-kit's would respond to alleviate the paralytic in the training rounds.

The sound of brush moving and the pop up's leaping up brought a swear through Marcus's mind, but he stayed focused. His rifle rose to the firing position as he snapped onto the first target. "CONTACT! WEAPONS FREE!" He was pulling the trigger the moment the rifle was set in his grip. He fired short,...

OMG!



DROP BEAR CALVARY!

Posted. You scrubs better get a move on. And watch for Vietcong! yar.

Marcus would have told-you-so'ed when the Sergeant showed up but there were more pressing matters. That hill looked like to would be 10 minutes away if it were a straight run across an open field. This was neither. Both ways through all this crap would be a tight squeeze on time. The course name got...

Marcus was getting a bit annoyed with 'Rascal' throughout his rambling. Orders were orders, and keeping quiet was a rule that was going to be enforced. Somebody would be watching and making notes, and writing this squad up for an extra-special bullshit because of this goddamn blowhard. He spun to fa...

Just a little thread to follow along with the boot camp training thread and lot.

So vets, who are here, feel free to comment, chew us out, provide tips and or tricks etc etc etc.