Turn 3: Captured

[davstrife]

Johnson kept his unwavering gaze on the entrance where the alien freaks had charged through. Aside from the gunfire in the distance and the occasional heavy breathing from one of the men, the room had fallen quiet. He cleared his throat and stood up within his cell.

"You know, I think we're getting out early for good behaviour guys, so ready yourselves. With any luck, we can get back to lining these alien assholes with lead in no time..."

[Shadow]

Hayek was near out of shots and ran up to them, jumping up to the first who barely missed Shadow as it fired and in return got it's neck snapped. He jumped on the other and shot it's face in. "Sorry I'm late, there was a slight problem with the directions I had... I didn't have directions..." After the poor joke he hit the key pad and let his marines out... "Alright Eggheads, I bet you're thinking we failed and screwed up completely. Too bad you gave us no idea of what we were up against and barely mentioned possible attack." He keyed the pad again and let them out. "If you'd be so kind as to stay behind the Hell Hounds and in case of emergency or injury shoots yourself so 1 we don't have to come back and help you out. And 2 you rid the universe of one more idiot. Thank you and please enjoy your stay in Hell. And now, marines let's pick up the guns and pass the ammunition."

[davstrife]

Johnson flexed his muscles and watched the men under his command arm themselves. He picked up a standard issue Assault Rifle and holstered his sidearm. "Alright Marines, lock load and live. Everyone ready to move out? We don't have time to hang around so hop to it!"

[Cartwright]

The Marines had escaped their prison. They were free. Everyone grabbed their specific weapons and then formed up around the staff sergeant and lieutenant. It appeared the lieutenant had some things to inform the rest of the platoon. They all observed him intently, wondering what to do next. Nordstrom then burst into the crowd and into the middle. This angered Hayek a bit.

"Lieutenant, I'm not sure about you. But I believe it would be best to locate the communications center and send out a message to the Normandy. Inform them to destroy this ship upon our escape. Once sent, we should most likely head back to the frigate and continue on with our mission..." Nordstrom said.

The lieutenant approached the man and grabbed him by his collar and lifted him off the ground. The scientist attempted to free himself of the officers' grasp. But, it was futile.

"Tell me what in the hell we are trying to protect, first." The lieutenant said, his voice threatening.

"Oh, if I must. We were shipping experimental teleportation technology to Space Station Armageddon for a 'controlled' environment. The teleportation technology comes from the ancient ruins barried on Mars. We excavated a teleporter. We have been doing some experiments and have dubbed it the transdimensional portal. It can teleport you anywhere in the galaxy... or it can send you to another dimension."

"We want to test this teleportation device out specifically to see if it is worthy to be used by the Space Navy and Marines. However, the Strogg must have acquired information about our experiments and want it to improve their own teleportation experiments. Just think of the breakthroughs we could have. We could plan successful ambushes of Strogg forces. Teleport behind their lines. Casualties would deminish significantly! All we need to do is get the cargo back to the Armageddon. Can you do that, Gyrene?"

The lieutenant released him and turned to the staff sergeant.

"Anything you'd like to say, mate?"

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[catfiend]

Krause was still sitting on the ground, he was still wounded and had no way to stand with a, probably infected, wound. His leg and face hurt like a bitch, but he tried to stand again but fell. He was beginning to feel more and more useless all the time. "Gott Damnit", Krause swore in his native tounge.

[Mr. Death]

"Piss on it Hayek" Elias said. He had been through too much shit for this damn scientist and their toy.
"This is bull shit and you know it. Frag that bitch and let's get out of here." He still had his lucky cig, and he was itching for it right now.

"He's dead weight. . .We need to make him dead weight."

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot looked at Nordstrom and said "Yeah, thanks man, really fuckin' appreciate it." Then he turned to Hayek "Thank you staff sergeant, I owe you one"

[Shadow]

"Yes sir, Nordstrom, you aren't one of us and we're protecting you and are going to save your life as well as the other scientists. By not being a marine you may not use the names we use, and by not telling us of what we are guarding you may only talk to warn us of enemies." With that he walked over to Krause and threw him over his soldier. "Let's try to find the communication center as Nordstrom said now and get off this thing..." He handed Krause a gun. "Shoot if something is behind us..."

[Mr. Death]

Elias ran over to him
"Hayek" He gave a weak smile
"Let me take him. . .He's my responsibility now, remember" He showed the red cross on his shoulder
"I'm a doctor" He winked with his one eye

[Cartwright]

"Alright then. Let's saddle up, Marines. Lock and load. This party has officially started." The lieutenant said, then turned and let Hayek lead the way.

Despite the protests of Godchild and few other Marines about leaving Nordstrom in command to an extent, the Marines began moving through ship. If Hayek's memory served him right, the communications center was on their deck. Two corridors down. The Marine turned the corner and was greeted with a less than friendly sight.

A Strogg Grunt turned around and roared at the sighting of them. Its Nail Gun began to spin, it was preparing to fire.

"GET DOWN!" Hayek exclaimed and dived for the nearest cover.

The rest of the Marines took cover as the nail gun opened up. A hail of nails went flying in their direction, pinging off the metallic surface of the walls. Strogg Brutes, Soldiers, and the occassional Berserker entered the corridor. The Marines would have to fight their way to the communications center.

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[Mr. Death]

Elias barely had time to react. He rolled to his left in time to dodge a nail to the face. He came up in a doorway. His chest was burning. Two nails in his right pectorial. He shook his head and laughed, what a fucking day.

"Hayek" He shouted to Nick
"Give me that damn FNG and fight your way to the Comm Center, I'll take care of the wounded, you don't have a fucking choice and you know it! You can't afford to be slowed down"

[Shadow]

Hayek gladly let Godchild have Krause and worried about the berserkers that would run through to reach them. He grinned as the hyperblaster he had been using started to fire and went right through the berserker and it's comrades. Plenty of them fell and few took their places as the hail of bullets cut down the strogg numbers. The grunt had been taken down with the barrage and Hayek rushed to the corner to hold back whatever else was coming as reinforcements while Godchild and the rest handled the wounded and a few ran up to help him.

[Cartwright]

"Good job, Marines!" Johnson said, thoroughly pleased.

Just as he said this, twenty Strogg Soldiers and six Brutes rounded a corner and engaged the Marines.

"Contacts!" Johnson yelled out and fired his assault rifle into the horde.

[Mr. Death]

Elias looked into the German boot's eyes and smiled
"You'll be fine son" He laughed and patted his chest

"You're with Mr. Death now!" He laughed in his head at the irony of the name.

He took an adrenaline needle out and looked at the boot again
"This might hurt" but before the boot could ask what he was doing, he plunged the needle deep into the man's chest, right to the heart. The adrenaline drained quickly into his body. Then he took another needle out.

"This is an anabolic steroid injection, it'll give you the rest of the strength you need, and it'll keep your leg healthy enough to make it through this fuck fest" He said, injecting it into the man's right arm vein in the crook of his elbow.

[Shadow]

"Focus on the brutes! I'll get the soldiers!" Hayek yelled and went down on his knee to become a smaller target then started picking off the soldiers with headshots taking them down one by one and hoping the marines could get the brutes. As well as hoping nothing was trying to come from behind...