Re: Turn 6: Hotter the Fire
Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 7:49 am
They had made the jump. By some stupid miracle they had survived their insane move to get away. For the moment they were safe. Morse also recalled watching the large bug go face first into the dirt, a confirmed kill as far as he was concerned. But there had been zero time for him to cheer as they went airborne within that moment.
Morse dislodged his arm from the handle he’d slung it through to steady himself as he fired his rockets. But he had not had entirely adequate time to lock himself in, and braced himself on whatever he could. And as they slid and rolled through the cargo bay with a horrible echo and grind of metal he had subconsciously moved his arm up to take hold of something. And as the vehicle came to a halt, he did find something, the cargo netting.
It wrapped tightly around his right arm, and Morse could hear the snap of his own bone, followed by immense pain.
”Fry-rock fuck wagon!” Morse yelled. ”Gah that hurt!” He continued, as he quickly reached up with his left arm to untangle himself. He quickly got onto his feet, his M56 Smartgun and M5 Rocket Launcher falling out of the vehicle with heavy clunks on the metal floor as he did. He quickly tried to get himself undone.
It appeared to be the speed and velocity which screwed him on that, since the tangling was not so horrible taken down. He did not even get a status report on his squad since he needed to be unwrapped very badly in his mind.
The echo in the ships cargo bay carried words easily, and Morse heard Colson say that he needed help with a horrible lisp. Morse didn’t look back, he just answered the point. ”No I don’t.” Morse called back to the medic that came in. ”Help em’ two.” He ordered finally getting himself out.
His arm was broken for sure, from the forearm. ”Ahhhh, fuck.” He groaned. He then got word over the com from their new medic, The Martian. ”Buggy squad accounted for’n fucked up. Grrrrrrrrrr.” Morse continued to groan in reply. ”Shitty ride, but were in. Now get yer ass’s up here.” Morse was more calm now since they were safe.
He was also aware of the fact that the others were stilly on the ground, but he didn’t want to go see out of the back since they were still on a moving transport with the APC likely to come roaring in at them. Instead he went over to Colson and Eyeball.
”Well that coulda gone better.” Morse said looking at Eyeballs back. ”Also coulda been a fuck load worse.” Morse noted looking at Colson. ”Nice drivin’ you limey fuck nut. I gotsa tell ya bout my first combat drive.” Morse finished taking a pain killer out of the K52 Med Kit near by to help deal with his arm.
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Morse dislodged his arm from the handle he’d slung it through to steady himself as he fired his rockets. But he had not had entirely adequate time to lock himself in, and braced himself on whatever he could. And as they slid and rolled through the cargo bay with a horrible echo and grind of metal he had subconsciously moved his arm up to take hold of something. And as the vehicle came to a halt, he did find something, the cargo netting.
It wrapped tightly around his right arm, and Morse could hear the snap of his own bone, followed by immense pain.
”Fry-rock fuck wagon!” Morse yelled. ”Gah that hurt!” He continued, as he quickly reached up with his left arm to untangle himself. He quickly got onto his feet, his M56 Smartgun and M5 Rocket Launcher falling out of the vehicle with heavy clunks on the metal floor as he did. He quickly tried to get himself undone.
It appeared to be the speed and velocity which screwed him on that, since the tangling was not so horrible taken down. He did not even get a status report on his squad since he needed to be unwrapped very badly in his mind.
The echo in the ships cargo bay carried words easily, and Morse heard Colson say that he needed help with a horrible lisp. Morse didn’t look back, he just answered the point. ”No I don’t.” Morse called back to the medic that came in. ”Help em’ two.” He ordered finally getting himself out.
His arm was broken for sure, from the forearm. ”Ahhhh, fuck.” He groaned. He then got word over the com from their new medic, The Martian. ”Buggy squad accounted for’n fucked up. Grrrrrrrrrr.” Morse continued to groan in reply. ”Shitty ride, but were in. Now get yer ass’s up here.” Morse was more calm now since they were safe.
He was also aware of the fact that the others were stilly on the ground, but he didn’t want to go see out of the back since they were still on a moving transport with the APC likely to come roaring in at them. Instead he went over to Colson and Eyeball.
”Well that coulda gone better.” Morse said looking at Eyeballs back. ”Also coulda been a fuck load worse.” Morse noted looking at Colson. ”Nice drivin’ you limey fuck nut. I gotsa tell ya bout my first combat drive.” Morse finished taking a pain killer out of the K52 Med Kit near by to help deal with his arm.
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