Turn 14 Hell hath no Fury Like a Woman Scorned

[Dugan]

Simovic heard the LT's order "First squad fallback 20 feet and get ready to support Second when they retreat passed our position. Maintain your fire on the horde". As Simovic moved back he drew his VP70 there'd be no way he could fire a Flame Unit in such confined spaces and passed his comrades.

"Sergeant, if Second concentrates their fire against the limbs of the large one, it might bring her down onto the deck for easy grenade kills. Or the dropship can blast out, we close the doors and they send a few missiles through." Quinn suggested as he stood next to Dugan, firing his pulse rifle as he did.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Sixtus was gibbering with fear. But PFC Quinn was now holding the reins. "Hey sarge, hand me a demo bag."

"Negative keep your fire on the Xenomorph hordes, 1st and 3rd can hopefully handle the queen. The explosives arn't something you can simply chuck they need to be set. Here take these incendiary grenades, they're be more useful" Simovic handed Quinn four of his grenades.



(O.O.C we are not presently on the same floor as the dropship. We are in the Engine Rooms and the dropship is is the Landing Bay several floors up and as theres no power we need to take the stairs, check this map http://uscm.03b2.com/forum/viewtopic.ph ... c&start=15 ).

30.....20.....10...0

Jerome mag depleted, he pulled out another one and shove straight in his pulserifle.After reloading he started firing at the big ass bug.

"Sir any commands for me to relay to command central?"

"Get on the horn and keep Lt. Thompson updated to our ETA".

[Sgt_Cartwright]

"Sarge? Exactly how in the hell are we gonna get back up to the drop-ship?! Just out of curiousity!" Ward exclaimed, firing his weapon.



He fired his Pulse Rifle into the horde, then reloaded. Slamming another magazine into the weapon and cocking it. He fired off four bursts of three rounds, then went full automatic again.

(roll M41A, multiple targets)

[Morse]

Morse heard wards question and decided to answer it

Why thats simple Ward, we squash these bugs and walk back at our liesure, Of course, we could also get our ass's kicked, and run back as fast as we can. Hope that answers it for ya

<Tag Ward

Morse said this all while still firing 3 round bursts. He was about at the end of his first clip. And when he finally ran out, he changed it up fairly quickly.

[Sgt_Cartwright]

"Real funny, jackass! I'm not in the mood!" Ward exclaimed, and fired a few more rounds into the horde.



The situation was deteroriating and he was seriously getting aggravated. He felt as if they were trapped and would not get out. The last thing he wanted to do is die. Even if he knew it was a possibility. He was angered by this situation. Which, was not normal.


(roll M41A, multiple targets, burst fire)

[Morse]

Come on Ward, sing a song a with me Morse said, realizin the guy was gettin agrivated, which a guy like Ward ussually was like a super fighter, so Morse yelled another song, and kept shooting

From the heat of the Earths Burning Sun, To the soul's of Peoples Shoes,
WE"LL SEND THESE BUGS BACK TO HELL, IF ITS THE LAST THING WE ALL DO

<tag ward

[Kurosaki, Ichigo]

Petrova continued to fire his machine gun at the horde when he heard Morse sing the song. He laughed, sounding hysterical.

[Corporal Hicks]

Eric stared at the monster with a wide mouth. This was also his second queen, but it still scared the hell out of him. Then he raised his pistol and fired at the smaller aliens. The noises around him were twisting and spinning.

[Dugan]

"Sarge? Exactly how in the hell are we gonna get back up to the drop-ship?! Just out of curiousity!" Ward exclaimed, firing his weapon.

Simovic emptied a clip into a smaller alien and then clicked his comms to the whole platoon to answer Ward's question whilst he reloaded. "Our only chance is to kill the queen and then beat a retreat to the stairs, once we get onto the landing bay floor two Sentry Guns and some Claymores, we setup earlier should hold off the horde while we run for the dropship. It should be able to give us some cover fire with its Gattling Cannon....thats the theory anyhow!".



[Roll Firearms, single target]

Simovic then nealt down and quickly setup one of the two claymores he was carrying pointing it towards the attacking horde. Unravellng some det cord with a clacker on he set it down at the side of the corridor. Speaking in the platoon comms channel again "The last Squad to fallback detonate this claymore, it should buy us a little bit more time".



[Roll Demolitions]

[gunstealler]

"Get on the horn and keep Lt. Thompson updated to our ETA".

"Sir yes sir"



Jerome heard his orders he moved further towards the back of the group and start to relay their position every 2 minutes.

while doing that jerome passed his m41 grenades to Quinn.

"Yo think u need more of this then me."

[Corporal Hicks]

Roberts's head was clearing up as his clip emptied. He looked over to Dugan. "Simovic, I can take a guy or two and get the gattling gun up and running if you want." Eric said as he reloaded his VP-70 pistol.

[Dugan]

Roberts's head was clearing up as his clip emptied. He looked over to Dugan. "Simovic, I can take a guy or two and get the gattling gun up and running if you want." Eric said as he reloaded his VP-70 pistol.

"I can only spare one man. So its up to you if you want to go it alone. If you do make sure the Sentry Guns and Claymores are all primed and ready to rock and roll as well".

[Corporal Hicks]

"Yes Sir, my pistol's no good anyways."

He turned away and shoved the pistol into it's holster. As he started to run back towards the sentry guns, he muttered, "Sorry Quinn." to himself and pulled his arm out of the cast, knowing he would need both to get the job done. A jolt of pain ran up into his head, sending a shiver through his body, and he tried to lift his arm by itself.

(Roll for use of arm.)

[Pale Rider]

(Abridged version of the combat, because if I wrote everything out I would be here all day doing that end of things.) The Marines opened fire on the aliens, their rounds chewing into their flesh like kids chewing on candy. Yet they still marched onward, like machines the Xenomorphs advanced on the marines closing the ground rapidly. Acid splashed the 10 meter wide corridor liberally as the casings rained from the rapid fire response of the Marines. Unfortunately this was not deadly enough as the queen reached out and slashed her large forearms down the front of Dirk's chest gouging a hole in the front, the large Marine stood his ground punching lead into her torso, her smaller claw slashed out and struck Winter in the left arm, removing flesh and cloth.
Grenades flew through the air and exploded raining fire on the xenos, the Queen's cries of anger filled the air and stirred her xenos to move past the roaring flames, the first to break through the mayhem drew lines of fire down the thighs of Fox, as it died, its acidic blood spraying the line of marines. The marines leap frogged back, covering one another, but occasionally Xenomorphs slipped through the defenses and attacked a marine, before the death throws of the queen sent the xenomorphs running around attacking anything that moved before them. In the brief lull that followed the silence was almost deafening as Quinn and anybody skilled in first aid moved among the marines tending to wounds. Not a marine had escaped without a wound of some kind, the most seriously wounded being Dirk and Winter, they had felt the direct fury or the Queen. Dirk wouldn't be walking out, before she died, the Queen had snapped her jaws down on the marine's head severing it from its spine. As for Winter he wouldn't be walking out, the queens tail spike had snapped his femur like a twig. Everyone would need time off for healing, nothing the Marines could have done differently would have resulted in a better turn out. They had fought boldly, unfortunately at the cost of another marine's life.

[Dugan]

Simovic was to caught up in his own war to notice what had happened to Dirk and the others until the lull in combat. He'd personally put pay to a few of the Xenomophs being injured by acid spray in the process.

As the gun fire stopped and the smoke from the grenades settled the groans and faces of the injured could be made out. Simovic saw Dirk's decapitated body lying next to the body of the queen his right hand still clutching the trigger of his Pulse Rifle, poor bastard he was a good Marine and his friend, the platoon was definately weaker due to his loss. Next to him a badly injured Winter was receiving medical aid. Simovic knew they were far from out of it yet. He clicked open the platoon comm channel.

"We still need to get back to the dropships, walking wounded carry the men who are to injured to walk themselves. We need to fallback to the landing bay floor where hopefully the Sentry Guns will cover the retreat"



Simovic then took another block of M662 Munition Charge and set it against the corridor bulk head. He'd be able to detonate it with the handheld receiver once they were far enough away. Hopefully burying the remaining Xeno's.

[Dire Wolf]

Erik had more than a few acid burns, he had to ditch his ballistic armor because of particularly nasty xeno explosion. He looked over at what remained of Dirk, he you didnt have to know him very long to know that he was a good marine. He then looked over at Winter, who a nasty slash on his forearm and a broken leg, both from the queen.

He felt as if his arms and legs were on fire, probably the only reason why he was alive right now was his body armor, which was now nothing more that dust due to the blood of the xenos. He didnt any of his usual jokes or humor here.