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Post by Cartwright on May 11, 2008 17:17:49 GMT -5
((OOC: Dire, you're driving GEV Two. You can't fire your gun. I'd edit the post. XD!))
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Post by Matt on May 11, 2008 17:23:44 GMT -5
"Fire in bursts Marines!" Meyen yelled.
He was dowing Strogg left and right, they were everywhere. The car Meyen was in bumped over something. 'Must of been a Strogg the Private ran over.' Meyen thought. He saw a Strogg running away from the convoy, Meyen put 2 rounds in it's neck.
"Get some, Marines!" Meyen screamed.
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Post by catfiend on May 11, 2008 17:33:33 GMT -5
Sauerkraut was not using his rifle for killing Strogg outside the vehicle, what was the point? Anything that got close he just slashed with his combat knife. "Stupid bastards." he insulted.
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Post by Cartwright on May 11, 2008 17:37:31 GMT -5
After some time of fighting, the Marines could see light from the outside. The drivers' of the GEVs floored it and the vehicles picked up in speed. Seconds later, they were out on a road in an open area, with only limited cover. The vehicles stopped as they saw a Strogg bunker across the area. It opened up, fifty caliber rounds pinging off the GEVs. The Marines hopped out of the GEVs and dashed for cover. Many made it. The lieutenant opened the door to his GEV and a bullet pierced the windshield and punctured his armor, digging into his stomach. He fell out of the vehicle in pain. Private Jones saw this and ran to his side and dragged him under fire into cover. The Marines began firing on the Strogg bunker. However, this bunker was the least of their worries. Strogg artillery opened up and explosions rocked the environment around them. "Bloody hell... Charlie Oscar Mike, requesting air support. Over!" The lieutenant yelled into his microphone. "Negative, Hell Hounds. Air support is not available in your location. The area is too hot. Clear out that area and we can bring down support for you. Charlie Oscar Mike, out." The lieutenant cursed under his breath. Both because of the pain and the lack of air support. Another platoon appeared from another underground entrance and dashed for cover, joining up witn the Hell Hounds behind some rather large bolders. Bullets kicking dirt and dust into the air. "Hell Hounds? We are Viper Squad. You look like you could use a medic." The sergeant in charge said. "Yes... get Tomala... he's the most critically wounded." The El-Tee said. The Marine nodded and signaled the medic to work on Tomala. He crawled up to his position and began working on Tomala furiously. He was bleeding out and was missing both his legs. Not a good bet for them. <Actions> |
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Post by Matt on May 11, 2008 17:37:33 GMT -5
"Hey FNG, start using your rifle, i didn't know you can kill a Strogg 20 meters away with your knife. You got a rifle for a reason, use it."Meyen said.
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Post by bullet on May 11, 2008 17:38:02 GMT -5
Tomala stopped screaming and passed out from the pain. He stopped moving competely he passed out but was still breathing.
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Post by Cartwright on May 11, 2008 17:45:17 GMT -5
((OOC: LMAO! Fainted. So now you're a girl? LOL! Men say passed out. XD!!!))
The lieutenant hoped that Shadow and Mr. Death would be back soon. One medic was not enough and that was a cold, hard truth. They need air support... but how?
"Second squad, move to the right. Stick to cover. First squad, suppressing fire! Keep the Strogg distracted. Second, infiltrate that bunker and kick those Squibs asses. GO!"
He turned on his stomach, ignoring the massive amount of pain he felt and fired his assault rifle in full automatic. He was ready to get some, but knew he had to stay here in his current condition.
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Post by Kyle (an evil budgie) on May 11, 2008 17:46:31 GMT -5
John took one hit to his left arm, and two hits to his right leg. "Son of a.." he pulled out his sidearm and kept firing with his right arm. Jesus Christ. Medic...where the hell is a damn medic!
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Post by catfiend on May 11, 2008 17:49:09 GMT -5
"Shit." Krause said. He took careful aim when taking his shots at the Strogg. He was looking for a way around as he fired, so as to get to the artillery. His gun made a clicking noise of being empty, so he pulled it out reached for another, punched it in and repeated the process of looking for weaknesses in the Strogg perimeter.
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Post by Cartwright on May 11, 2008 18:03:16 GMT -5
Second squad moved from cover to cover, getting closer to the bunker. They engaged Strogg after Strogg, taking them down. The rest of the platoon was still pinned. "Shadow, Mr. Death, what is your status? Over." Lieutenant Johnson inquired over the communications. Bullets were flying, tracers being exchanged from the Marines and Strogg. The battle was worsening and the artillery was not letting up. The Strogg were attempting to locate the Marines and blow them to bits. But, they were having trouble with that. <Actions> |
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Post by Kyle (an evil budgie) on May 11, 2008 18:08:13 GMT -5
John crawled back to a better position. He did the best he could to bandage his wounds to stop himself from bleeding to death. Once he was done he kept firing at the oncoming strogg with his side arm, putting up a fair fight in his condition. "Two tangos down, four tangos, five, eight. God damn. They just keep coming."
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Post by Cartwright on May 11, 2008 18:47:58 GMT -5
"Just keep holding them off, Marines! Jones, thanks for dragging my arse." The lieutenant said, smiling at the woman.
The last thing they needed was to be overrun. The second platoon was doing well, downing Strogg left and right. It appeared their situation would deteroriate if they ran out of ammunition. He hoped second squad reached the bunker and eliminated it. Then they could reach the GEVs. An explosion landed nearby, throwing dirt overtop of the lieutenant. He covered his eyes so none would enter his eyes. When the dirt stopped falling, he opened his eyes and kept firing.
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Post by ToxicJones on May 11, 2008 18:48:27 GMT -5
"No problem sir!" She replied, grinning slightly.
Jones was downing a few Stroggs, but felt she wasn't doing good. Maybe it was because there were so many.
Just then, a strogg ran at her. Her eyes grew wide as it came closer. She was frozen to the spot, why couldn't she move? Just then it reached her and grabbed her around the throat, holding her at its eye level. She groped at her belt for the knife she knew was there. She couldn't hold out for much longer, her vision was blurring. The strogg started to bare its teeth, as if smiling. She couldn't get the knife, her hands fell to her sides.
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Post by Cartwright on May 11, 2008 18:50:07 GMT -5
PFC Lee saw this and ran up, kneeing the Strogg in the side. It fell to the ground and he curbstomped its face and aimed his assault rifle at its head and fired. Blood splattered on his face. He smirked and ran back to cover, nodding at Jones to signify, "you're welcome."
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Post by ToxicJones on May 11, 2008 18:57:57 GMT -5
Jones fell to the ground and looked up to Lee.
"Thanks," she said, still weary from the chokehold. She Slowly got up, grabbing her AR on the way. Now she was seriously pissed.
"Tango Down, 2, 3, 4." NOW she was kickin' some ass. She was almost glad that strogg grabbed her, it made her blood boil and her sights still. They were still coming... but she felt they could do it. A crazed grin came upon her face. And she was downing more still.
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