Turn 4: Going In Blind

[Mr. Death]

As the group was moving, Godchild stumbled across a closet. More a maintence room than anything actually. There were a few crates in there. His eyes rested on something shiny. Something he liked the look of very much.

Beaver Machine 32K That's what was printed on the side of the blade.

It felt good in his hands.
"LT. . .Things'll be getting a bit messy now" He winked as he hefted the chainsaw. This wasn't the time for it though, so he took took his shotgun strap, unstrapped it and hooked it to the chainsaw, then slung it around his shoulder. He reloaded the shotgun and used that, fititng the twin blasters in his belt.

[Cartwright]

The Marines made it to the stairs and began to tread their way downward, descending deeper into the depths of the space station. They reached deck three and entered the entrance hallway. They saw a security desk with a body on it, blood all over the camera monitors. He was confirmed dead.

Suddenly, another Imp appeared from behind and jumped on top of Krause and another on top of Hoot. They began to scratch and claw at the two downed Marines.

Meanwhile...

Staff Sergeant Hayek walked into a medical ward and saw an autopsy had been done on one of the monstrosities. An imp. Steam from the acidic inards of the beast billowed up from its stomach. Hayek grimaced and spit into its intestinal track. He heard it sizzle and evaporate. He smirked and then left the room, heading down the corridor towards a stairwell.

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[Dire Wolf]

Hoot had his gun leveled down the hall way he had a look of unbridled terror on his face, he didnt have a funny comment to say... for once. "what..... the.... hell? Who.... what? could do this? Not even the Strogg are thi...." He heard a bone chilling laugh, it sounded demonic.... no..... satanic. It sounded like it was in his ear. He flung around only to see a few suprised faces, only he had heard it. 'I am going fucking crazy' He thought "Please tell me you guys see this shit....." He honestly hoped they didnt, he hoped he was going crazy.

[Shadow]

"Why is it so quiet?" he asked himself really hating his situation and moving carefully and slowly. "I wonder if the eggheads made anything the least bit useful..."

[Mr. Death]

Elias grabbed Hoot by the collar of his BDU
"Get a hold of yourself marine. If you don't, you're going to get yourself, and possibly one of us killed. I won't allow that. Either you get your shit together ASAP or I send you back to the Hangar to get killed by those fucking things."

[Cartwright]

As Godchild said this, he had a similar episode. He looked up and saw what looked like a zombie. He fired a shotgun shell and it disappeared into thin air. No one else had seen it. Something was wrong. Something was messing with their heads. Royally.

"Sarge is coming for you..." A erie voice chanted, it could be heard in all of their heads.

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[Mr. Death]

Elias shook his head
"This is some bullshit" he mumbled to himself

"LT. . .We need to get this group moving. . .Some boo koo shit is goin on, and we won't be able to function before shit gets worse, you know?" He whispered to the lieutenant, trying not to panic the rest of the squad

[Shadow]

Shadow walked down the stairwell and looked around the new room inspecting it for anything. He had made a really wrong turn but couldn't go back... He had to keep going and press forward, but where? And why? Something strange urged him on...

[Cartwright]

"I hear ya, mate." The lieutenant whispered to Godchild.

"Alright, Marines! Move up down the hall. That sign up above says Marine Command is down the right hall. Let's move!"

The Marines began to move down the halls. They would reach Command and hopefully find the blue key card. Hopefully.

[Mr. Death]

Perhaps it was some sort of inhalant in the ventalation system? Elias racked his brain for an answer to what was going on. However, unlike the egg heads and some boots, Elias knew that nothing in this galaxy had a plausible answer. He shrugged it off, he just had to go with it, and if it took him somewhere he didn't like, he'd hafta fight his way out.

[Cartwright]

The Marines made it into Marine Command and Hayek managed to regroup with the platoon. They fanned out in pairs of two, clearing out the large area. Every room was checked. As they headed to the main command center, a Marine rose up and aimed his UAC issued nine milimeter pistol.

"Don't come any closer... you freaks... stay away! I know what you are! You've come to kill me! They're dead... oh God... they're all dead!" The Marine kept ranting to himself.

"Marine, we are human... like you. Put... the pistol... down."

"O-o-o-okay." The Marine said, putting his pistol on the floor and kicking it away.

The Marines moved forward and Godchild checked him out. Nothing wrong with him, just scared shitless.

"Do you know where the blue keycard to communications is?"

The private shook his head. Then he cleared his throat to speak.

"We moved it when the attack came... when those... those things... came. Bravo Team has it."

"And where... is Bravo Team?" Hayek inquired, looking at the man.

The Marine shrugged and then went to a nearby communications console and accessed it. He found the commlink channel to Bravo Team Leader, Corporal Smith and established a link-up.

"Corporal... this is Private Winslow. Some Marines are here... a whole friggin' platoon. They must have come with that transport that was detected. Anyway... they want the blue keycard. Where the hell are ya?"

"Roger that, private. We are in Delta Labs. They'll have to move down two decks. Use stairwell. We'll meet you in the Delta Reception Area. Over."

"Affirmative. Winslow, out."

The lieutenant nodded and motioned for the men to move. The private declared he would stay and monitor Marine communications for them. The men then moved back to the staircase, descending down to Delta Labs.

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[Shadow]

Hayek sighed and took point leading the way down, "I can't believe they would keep shit like this from the ones protecting them... This whole mission is FUBAR, it's even got me starting to jump..." He murmured.

[Cartwright]

"Just stay frosty, bloke. We can do this. If we are lucky, we won't get our arses totally kicked." The lieutenant said, trying to lighten their spirits.

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot's hand was shaking, his adrenaline was running ramapant. That had to be it, yeah it was his adrenaline. Then he saw one of the tall demons round corner. "Shit!" he yelled as he dropped to a knee and leveled Hannah on the thing..... only it disappeared. He started to hear whispers in his ear, he it definatly wasnt strogg, definatly not human, the language sounded evil. "It has to be something in the ventalation system" His voice was quivering, he remembered going to church as a kid, before the marines. He prayed to God to see them through this...... thing.

All he got in response was a satanic laugh that shook the floor and a chilling voice 'He can't help you here, your soul is forfiet, and your flesh is mine!'. He looked at the other marines, it didnt look like they heard it. He was about to shit his pants.

(OOC: Grrr, every time I post we are some where else. Well If I dont get off It is likly that my PC will get fried from a thunderstorm. See y'all tommorow)

[Shadow]

"Right..." He replied but didn't loosen up at all and simply continued down the stairwell..