USCMRPG

Morse wrote:”Coleslaw rear. Doorfucker, left.” Morse ordered to the others in the group. He gave Coleson the rear only because he’d been there longer and would have a better idea if something was wrong. ”Anythin’ jumps, you shred it. No questionin’.” Morse ordered loosely, but he’d rather deal with the inquiry about a dead civilian then go back into the infirmary.

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Shifting his attention left Terrence made sure that he covered his assigned sector.

"Private Doorfucker is on it!" he replies to Morse as he continues onwards with the rest of the squad.

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The Marines moved quietly and stealthily down the corridors. So far no signs of action or injuries was evident.

When Sam's squad came to the next intersection they noticed some strange symbols marking the corridors:

When Roberts saw the strange symbols and the blood, he muttered to himself, "Ah, shit..." Then he spoke into the comms. "Can anybody read Russian?"
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Corporal Dwayne C. Hicks wrote:When Roberts saw the strange symbols and the blood, he muttered to himself, "Ah, shit..." Then he spoke into the comms. "Can anybody read Russian?"
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Hearing the question over comms, Terence kept a close eye on his sector while replying.

"Negative Lance Corporal. I can drink vodka though, if that helps in some way?"

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Sam joked back to Dirk over the comms; "If you save my Squad Sarge, you can call me whatever you want....but don't be surprised if my foot slips and I accidentally kick you in the oompa-luumpahs"....

Turning to more serious matters, as the squad enters the room and they see the writing on the wall, she lets out a quiet, "Oh shit...."; and then clears her throat and centers her camera on the writing. She clicks over to the platoon wide channel and speaks up; "Lieutenant, this is Hall. Are you getting my camera feed? Any idea what this means? Orders from here?"

As she waits for a reply, she motions to her squad; "Keep your eyes on the entrance, the ceiling, anywhere anything might burst, scuttle or crawl into this room from....Stay frosty people".

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"I've got a translator on the intelligence unit." Mark replied. "Just give me a second…"

Holstering the pistol and motion tracker, Mark pulled out the small terminal that connected to the much larger digital intelligence unit in his backpack. It took him a moment of cycling through menus before he remembered where the translator program was stored, then another moment to set it to the Cyrillic alphabet.

"Alright, got it." Mark announced at the computer worked it's magic. "It says…"

"Third Squad please advance to the location of the markings on the wall." The Lieutenants voice could be heard coming over the channel.

"Plague." Mark finished saying a moment later. "Some one printed Plague on the wall in black... paint? That doesn't bode well. Perhaps we should head back for gloves and biohazard masks?"

Leon looked at the wall, looked at the Lance Corporal and then back at the wall.

"You've got the be fucking shitting me right?" he said "That's how I'm going to die? Fucking space disease? This is bullshit. do we have masks or something?"

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Even as he said it he was already lifting the scarf around his neck to a makeshift face covering. Better than nothing right?

The call over the com was not one that Morse was expecting. He assumed that the colony would have had things listed in English, or potentially Japanese. He did not assume that Russian would be high on the list of languages to be discovered, especially at what he assumed was a company mining project. Then again, poorer nations tended to supply workers all over the place, and Russia would not have been much of an exception.

The squad mate response though was one that Morse could not have agreed with more. ”Drink’nuff you basically speak the shit.” Morse commented. ”Drink more’n you’ll write yer “R”s backwards’n everythin’.” He continued. ”My cousins been Russian fer fifteen years, he’d tell ya.”

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Morse did not think it applied to him, since he drank whiskey almost exclusively, not opting for Vodka unless he had no other alternative.

When the message was translated Morse rolled his eyes, utterly unconcerned with it. ”It’s prolly talkin’ about the colonist trash what was infestin’ this place.” He commented on the idea of the “plague.” Though never considered a politically correct individual, he remained ever blunt in his assessment of all situations, and dared the fates to say otherwise.

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When he heard plague he initially wasn't all that concerned, Marine generally were vaccinated against all known pathogens, it wouldn't make sense to send your people in to a place where they could get laid low by something

When the message was translated Morse rolled his eyes, utterly unconcerned with it. ”It’s prolly talkin’ about the colonist trash what was infestin’ this place.” He commented on the idea of the “plague.” Though never considered a politically correct individual, he remained ever blunt in his assessment of all situations, and dared the fates to say otherwise.

"With your luck it's going to be crotch rot." He replied to Morse, although as he said it a thought occurred to him. And not a comforting one at that. "Hey, I think we should check medical before we go much further." The unpleasant thought bubbling in the back of his head.

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The moment the word 'plague' came over the radio, Sal had the breather mask pulled over his mouth and was starting the cycling. Airborne plague in a space station. That's just shiny.

"Damn, half right in the worst way." Sal muttered toward Sam.

When Leon asked for masks over the comms, Sal chimed in.

"I did advise everyone grab one before they walked off the boat." He checked the small box attached to the recycler. "Mine is functional."

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He crouched low and searched his medical pack for an air quality test. Usually they came in the flavor of a sealed 'glowstick' that would turn green when breathable air was present. Useful in space to tell if you were walking into a stagnant room.

Hopefully there was something in there that would help check the air.

"Can someone access the station updates? Maybe there's something in the alert feed?" <Tag Electronics users>

Morse wrote:The call over the com was not one that Morse was expecting. He assumed that the colony would have had things listed in English, or potentially Japanese. He did not assume that Russian would be high on the list of languages to be discovered, especially at what he assumed was a company mining project. Then again, poorer nations tended to supply workers all over the place, and Russia would not have been much of an exception.

The squad mate response though was one that Morse could not have agreed with more. ”Drink’nuff you basically speak the shit.” Morse commented. ”Drink more’n you’ll write yer “R”s backwards’n everythin’.” He continued. ”My cousins been Russian fer fifteen years, he’d tell ya.”

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"Your cousin sounds like the kind of man we need in this outfit sir!" said Terence in reply, his eyes tracking for any sign of movement or anything out of the ordinary as the squad moved forward.

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"I don't want to be 'that guy' but do you think it's a sexually transmitted plague? Because I'm pretty sure I didn't pack enough condoms if we have to screw our way out of this mess," asks Terence over the comm.

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"I don't want to be 'that guy' but do you think it's a sexually transmitted plague? Because I'm pretty sure I didn't pack enough condoms if we have to screw our way out of this mess," asks Terence over the comm.

"hoping to find some comely miners daughter to finally punch your ticket before we all die? Or are you just hoping whatever unidentified we meet has 4 blue tits growing out of its back and a toothed undercarriage?" Leon quipped back over the radio, "either way I'd personally rather fuck a flame unit."

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StConstantine wrote:"hoping to find some comely miners daughter to finally punch your ticket before we all die? Or are you just hoping whatever unidentified we meet has 4 blue tits growing out of its back and a toothed undercarriage?" Leon quipped back over the radio, "either way I'd personally rather fuck a flame unit."

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Grinning at Leon's comment, Terence couldn't not respond in kind.

"I'm not going to lie, I do have my eye on one of the smartguns, it's the kind of weapon I can really see myself settling down with and starting a family! I can see you like it hot! You guys got any movement in your sector? It's quieter than my uncle Toms house here, and uncle Tom was a deaf mute." replied Terence.

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