USCMRPG

I just realized I forgot to give Dunny training in Dropship Operations!

O_O

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>_>

I admit nothing. You have no proof.

Good call,

<Tag Quinn> He had turned and was just about to walk away, already blinking away the tears that had sprung unannounced into his eye, when he heard another pair of footsteps behind him. Just wonderful. Another asshole who thinks he knows anything about anything, was the only thought in Dunn's mind. H...

”News flash asshole, them things already landed on Earth. October 6th a last year. And it was us ‘shameful’ fucks what done took care a the problem. So fuck you!” Morse had shouted after him on his way out, obviously and understandably annoyed by Dunn's actions. He'd heard rumours about an infestat...

Nah worries mate, we all make mistakes sometimes. Crikey knows, I'm an expert on 'em!

Well, if we're special forces now, we need a group asshole/moralfag to be hated then redeem himself with his heroic sacrifice - otherwise it's not a proper specops unit.

Maybe the unit demanded that they keep their old name when they were moved into strike team status? Something to do with honouring the blokes who they lost or something nice like that.

As he heard the marines complaining around him, Sam Jack Dunn sighed and shook his head, tuning out their self-pitying whining by popping a pair of headphones into his ears and putting on some old Aussie folk music. As the soothing tones calmed his slightly frayed nerves, he read over the mission ob...

On second thought, I'm gonna second Redbacks.

Good thinking. And we should go back to the old style of giving squads animal names ^_^

Eagle Squad FTW.

Dunny, having been inside a hive and cocooned, probably knows the most here - he's seen a Queen first-hand, though he doesn't know if there's only one or many in a hive, or how a bug becomes a Queen. He knows most of the life-cycle, though.

I like.

Since it seems we're mostly Anti-Xenomorph in nature, we should have something that reflects that.

Perhaps..."Bug Hunt Inc."

He sat in the corner of the breifing room, his arms folded across his chest as he listened with mild interest to the conversations going on around him. He'd isolated himself on purpose - partially because the cold he'd picked up was somewhat contagious and he didn't want to give it to anyone else, a...