Turn 11 Down the Home Stretch

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Post by Pale Rider » Wed Mar 26, 2008 8:25 pm

Date: September 08, 2181
Time: 20:45
Location: PRS Alliance Space, Research and Development Space Station
The Smoke began to fill the corridors, dropping the level of visibility for the Marines; forcing them back out of the duct work and back down the corridor to a more defensible position. Suddenly the motion detectors began to sing out the approach of outside forces. Screams filled the air as the xenos crashed into the squads. The Marines raced back into the landing bay, to regroup. Jacob scanned his troops as they crashed the doors shut to see who he had remaining from his forces. Every member of his Command Group was present, Gunny Sergeant Bojan, Staff Sergeant Alexander, and Sergeant Dugan Simovic. Of his three squads only six members were standing and operational: Lance Corporal Eric Roberts, PFC Sixtus Quinn, Lance Corporal Dirk Pitt, PFC Jackal Fox, PVT Taylor Ishizawa, and Lance Corporal Eric Jonsson.
The sounds of Aliens pounding on the door and scrambling through the duct work were coming from all around the Marines. They had lost several members of the unit, now was the time to reassess and regroup.

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Post by Tyler Ishizawa » Wed Mar 26, 2008 10:34 pm

Tyler checked his pulse rifle counter. 45 rounds. While they were pulling back, Tyler sprayed fire at the xenomorphs, not even sure if he hit anything. It seemed to him that the xenomorphs were definitely getting smarter. Using a smokescreen before hitting the marines and all.

Tyler turned to the command section. He didn't want to sound like a coward, but it seemed like the best option. In truth, Tyler was a little shaken up after their encounter. Humans were one thing. Xenomorphs were a completely different matter. The xenos got a good portion of the platoon, some of which were Tyler's former boot mates. Kyle, Rayne..... they were good men.

"With all due respect sirs, I think this is a lost cause. We came here to ensure the PRS alliance wouldn't keep those xeno samples, but I think it's safe to say the xenomorphs wiped out the last of the people here. And eliminating the "samples" will be impossible if we stay here and try to fight em off, there's too many of them, and it seems these things have gotten smarter. Shouldn't we evac and blow the station from space?"

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Post by Dugan » Wed Mar 26, 2008 10:58 pm

The platoon was caught unaware when the Xeno's attacked they riped through the vents and were practically on top of them before the motion detectors could even register their presense. Honeysett had sounded the retreat and First Squad had the headstart being half way back to the landing bay already, they were quickly followed by the command squad, each man laying down as much firepower as possible. Xenomorph limbs and body parts were sent flying in a shower of acid and cordite, the unfortunate Schmitt was lost somewhere in the confusion. The men reached the landing bay and Simovic ran over to the door panel desperately hitting the controls to close it, just as the doors began to lower the remnants of Third Squad staggered through. They hadn't faired to well and were down to just Jonnson and a badly limping Rose. The doors then banged shut a few seconds later followed by the bangings of the Xenomorph's charging against the doors.
Tyler Ishizawa wrote:
"With all due respect sirs, I think this is a lost cause. We came here to ensure the PRS alliance wouldn't keep those xeno samples, but I think it's safe to say the xenomorphs wiped out the last of the people here. And eliminating the "samples" will be impossible if we stay here and try to fight em off, there's too many of them, and it seems these things have gotten smarter. Shouldn't we evac and blow the station from space?"
"I think your probably right". Simovic selected the dropships comms channel "I want you to meet us at Landing Bay ASAP".



Simovic then spoke to Honeysett.

"What do you think? Pull out now or just get the injured to the dropship and regroup?" Simovic looked down at the inert Ivanov being stretchered by Quinn and Roberts. He was probably lucky, unconcious and not having to know the reality of what had just happened to the platoon.



Simovic reloaded his pulse rifle and cocked his grenade launcher, M60 Incendiary grenades they didn't pack enough punch to blow a whole in the station but they'd cover those fuckers in phospho if they wanted to mess.

"Ok Second & whats left of Third Squad keep guarding the doors, First squad fallback with the injured and get them on the dropship, when it comes".
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Post by Dirk Pitt » Wed Mar 26, 2008 11:43 pm

The smoke filled the vents to a point that staying would serve no purpose. They had lost the Xenos trail anyway. Climbing out of the vent he lead second squad down the corridor to a more defensible position. Once ther Dirk looked through the smoke and saw nothing. Satisfied that things were ok he lit a cigaret and was about to say something to Fox when things changed.

The motion tracker started to sing out the approach of outside forces. He looked at the tracker in almost disbelief. Son of a bitch. He thought to himself.

"Get ready for contact second!" He said to the squad.

"Command this is second squad. Multiable contacts on tracker, comming at us fast. Request.." Then he stoped talking. The scream. He remembered it. Xenos. "Shit!" He spat "Command Xenos are on the way."

"Hold the line!

The xenos hit them hard and all at once. Dirk and the rest of second squad sent hot lead at the attackers. Screams and acid filled the hallway as the Marines fought the aliens. It seemed that there was no end to the attackers. For everyone they killed two more appeared, and they were getting closer. Then like his nightmares, a xeno was on him. It slashed it's claws at him. Dirk mannaged to throw him self back, but the xeno's claws dut deep marks across his chest plate. Dirk answered with a blast of the shotgun ammo in his grenade launcher. He got back up, but he knew what had to be done.

"Fall back! Fall back! Get to the landing bay!"Dirk said to his men

"Command this is second. We are being overrun. Falling back to landing bay. Over" Dirk shouted over the comm. as the men fell back.

"I said fall back Spurlock! Watch out!" Dirk shouted as the Xeno pounced on Spurlock's chest, hitting him severial times in the chest, shattering his armor.

Dirk fired the last of the ammo in his clip into the xeno's upper chest and head sending the screaming monster back across the hallway. Dirk ran to the bleading body of Spurlock. Picking him up in a firemans carry and then he was off.

It was a running battle with the xenos all the way to the landing bay. Run and fire. Spurlocks body was getting heavy as Dirk ran with the squad. He saw the doorway ahead.
"Pick up the pace and the beers on me" Dirk shouted as they ran through the door as the others closed it behind them. Dirk ran to where Quinn was.
"Quinn, Spurlock was hit hard by one of those fuckers. Take care of him' He said as he sat Spurlock down



Dugan wrote:"Ok Second & whats left of Third Squad keep guarding the doors, First squad fallback with Ivanov and get him on the dropship, when it comes".
"We're on it" Dirk said as he sprinted back to the squad.

"Fox, Tyler. Nothing gets through that door" Dirk said as he loaded his M-41A with a fresh clip.
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Post by Tyler Ishizawa » Thu Mar 27, 2008 2:56 am

Tyler took out his clip and jammed in a new one. 45 rounds was decent, but he wasn't gonna take any chances. The red "95" immediately lit up on the side of the rifle. He then cocked the grenade launcher, which he had previously loaded with buckshot. He then drew his VP-70, his last resort, and made sure it was loaded, before holstering it again. He was nervous, but this was his job. His duty.

Tyler brought his pulse rifle up and took aim at the door. "Come on ya fuckers. I'm waiting". He occasionaly looked around the landing bay, keeping an eye on any vents around the marines.

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Post by Hunk » Thu Mar 27, 2008 2:13 pm

Fox swung the smartgun around, jumping target to target firing, to cover the squads retreat. The word was out to fall back. He looked down at his ammo meter to see that it was below 150. People were dying left and right but it didn't interfere with Fox doing his job.Fox fell back until they got to the doorway that was about ready to shut and began firing some more to prevent the creatures from coming in. He was the last one through the door but he continued to fire as the door was shutting in an attempt to keep the xenomorphs at bay.

He stepped back as they began to pound onto the door. He looked at his smartgun to see only 50 rounds left out of the first clip. So he took advantage of the time to reload his gun. Fox easily and carefully lifted up the feed cover access to release the drum of ammo. Pulling out his second drum and linked it inside the gun and shut the access. He cocked the gun to insure that it was ready to fire. He pitched the other drum that was about empty.

"Damn it just keeps getting tougher dirk."
Fox took another drag of his smoke, the burn went past the label, then dropped it directly from his lips. he exhaled in relief.
-=Tag Dirk=-


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Post by Apachetear » Thu Mar 27, 2008 5:54 pm

"I want an ordered withdrawal everyone. squads under 100% strength mob up to form a temporary squad and fall back in steps covering each other! I'll stay with the squad doing the covering each time! Don't waste time. If someone's got, they're got and they're probably dead - no heroics! Medics take the stretcher through first, Con...accompany them in case of contacts!"

Wishing he could light up one last time. Jacob growled into the com

"We're dogs of war men! The best the galaxy has to offer. Are we going to let a couple of...bugs...cut us down like wheat? Only the strong survive! And I don't think anyone here is a weak person. Lets go!"

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Post by Pale Rider » Thu Mar 27, 2008 10:18 pm

A number of crates and boxes had been discarded near a ventilation shaft exit. He could sneak his way down there stealthfully and begin his scare tactics. He eventually reached his destination and bashed through the grating. The sound of the grating impacting the metallic floor resonated off the walls. It quicky arose from its position and shrieked at them, then, as the Marines became alerted to his presence, he ran back into the ventilation shaft, awaiting his brethren to make their moves.

Suddenly, another alien burst through the floor grating, its grip found the Tyler's ankles. It began to drag him into the depths of the darkness under the floor.

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Post by Tyler Ishizawa » Thu Mar 27, 2008 10:29 pm

"FUCK! HELP!", screamed Tyler as the alien grabbed his ankle. He was now on the ground, being dragged away. He brought up his pulse rifle and unleashed a torrent of gunfire on the alien. He didn't care about how much ammo he used up, this was all he could do now. It was do or die.

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Post by Dugan » Thu Mar 27, 2008 10:39 pm

Simoivc saw the Xenomorph grab hold of Tyler and him starting to fire, he ran over quickly and grabbed the man under his armpits pulling with all his might to prevent him being dragged down. "I need some help here"



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Post by Corporal Hicks » Fri Mar 28, 2008 12:26 am

Eric looked over his shoulder and saw what was happening. "Sergeant, take Ivanov, they need help."


He passed off the stretcher and turned back, sprinting towards his remaining comrades, unslinging his pulse rifle as he ran. A terrible flashback appeared before his eyes for an instant, long enough for him to trip in horror. He rolled along the ground sideways, stopped, then dragged himself to his feet, continuing on.
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Post by Quinn » Fri Mar 28, 2008 5:03 am

Dirk Pitt wrote:"I said fall back Spurlock! Watch out!" Dirk shouted as the Xeno pounced on Spurlock's chest, hitting him severial times in the chest, shattering his armor.

Dirk fired the last of the ammo in his clip into the xeno's upper chest and head sending the screaming monster back across the hallway. Dirk ran to the bleading body of Spurlock. Picking him up in a firemans carry and then he was off.

It was a running battle with the xenos all the way to the landing bay. Run and fire. Spurlocks body was getting heavy as Dirk ran with the squad. He saw the doorway ahead.
"Pick up the pace and the beers on me" Dirk shouted as they ran through the door as the others closed it behind them. Dirk ran to where Quinn was.
"Quinn, Spurlock was hit hard by one of those fuckers. Take care of him' He said as he sat Spurlock down
"Everyone's goddamn hit!" Quinn shouted back. The stretcher had been dropped by Quinn so he could assist in the firefight, they needed every gun available. "Sarge! Get Ivanov to the bay! I'll get Spurlock!"

One of the aliens grabbed Tyler's feet, and Quinn ran over to the xeno. "Eat this." he said calmly and fired a shotgun blast from his launcher into the thing's face.

Quinn then ran to Spurlock and assisted Dirk in fighting off the xenos. "Hold them off just a little longer!" as he took one of the grenades from his harness, clicked one end and tossed it down the hall, aiming to disrupt the xeno horde. "Command, this is Private Quinn! We have two casualties! We need the APC in the dock to provide cover fire or I won't be able to get the wounded back!"
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Post by Dirk Pitt » Fri Mar 28, 2008 5:16 am

Seeing Tyler getting pulled down by the Xeno, Dirk grabbed Tyler with his left hand whine jamming his pulse rifle into the xeno while fireing

"Pull! Dirk shouted as they pulled Tyler

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Post by Hunk » Fri Mar 28, 2008 2:41 pm

Everything was slowing down as the adrenaline kicked in. He saw the xenomorph jump up out of the floor. Followed by alot of people rushing to help tyler. It was over for him. So fox turned his attention to the vent. It wasn't he didn't care for the marine, it was the fact that it would be less one person buying them time.

"Smiles, I will cover the vent shaft." Fox spun around and began making an approach towards the vent with the sneaky Xenomorph lurking in it.
-=Tag Smiles=-

"Come out you little motherfucker."He grinned right after saying that in a calm deep twisted voice. Fox began pouring rounds into the vent shaft. He approached on as he kept a steady one second burst.
-=Tag Scout Xenomorph=-

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Post by Pale Rider » Fri Mar 28, 2008 5:53 pm

All the rounds slammed into the alien blowing it to bits and sprayed everyone within four feet of the alien with acid.

Suddenly the remaining motion detector went buck wild when aliens began to flow from the ventilation shafts. Round from the Marine's weapons were hitting their targets sending a spray of acid in arcs from the point of impact. Ivanov's prone figure was snatched from the stretcher and dragged down the ventilation shaft. The remaining marines find themselves confronted with twelve aliens.
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