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Post by Cartwright on Apr 17, 2008 23:40:42 GMT -5
It seemed the more Strogg that fell, two more came back to replace them. The situation was getting out of hand fast. The incendiary grenade burned the Stroggified dogg, effectively killing it and its spawns. The fragmentation grenades detonated, blowing several Strogg to bits. However, even more Strogg came to replace them. This was becoming a desperate battle for survival. <Actions> |
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Post by Shadow on Apr 17, 2008 23:44:39 GMT -5
Sergeant Hayek looked at the marines, all hiding behind the crates and gear spread out all over the hangar bay. "Hmmm..." He looked around as he crouched behind his crate. "Give me your grenades now!" He ordered, at least he wasn't demanding their side-arms...
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Post by Cartwright on Apr 17, 2008 23:52:51 GMT -5
The Marines hand the sergeant their fragmentation grenades. They all began firing at the incoming hordes of Strogg. This was the fight they had all been waiting for. <Actions> |
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Post by -=Cpl Sam Dunn=- on Apr 17, 2008 23:54:16 GMT -5
Dunn immediatly lobbed his grenade belt to the Sergeant, then went back to work. Armed with the shotgun, he was right in the thick of things, having advanced to the forward-most position. He was in a hollow crate on a large stack of them, crouched inside it and using his shotgun to take out anything that tried to climb up to get him.
From his defended position, with the high ground, anything that wanted to get him was going to have to climb, and with his shotgun, he'd nail them as they climbed, easy.
"WANT SOME OF THIS SHIT, FUCKERS!?! I'M KING OF THE FUCKIN HILL!" He shouted as he blasted Strogg after Strogg. Shouting insults at the enemy at the very top of his voice, he hoped he was doing a good job of inspiring his squad, who was distributed farther back, taking advantage of whatever cover they could.
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Post by Shadow on Apr 17, 2008 23:56:26 GMT -5
The Sergeant primed about 4 of the grenades and threw them at the door then ducked and looked at it again, the explosion broke the door completely leaving metal scraps to fill the gap and clogging the doorway. He did it to one other door before chucking the rest into other clusters of strogg and then returned to his assault rifle. "Where's that drop-ship!?"
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Post by Cartwright on Apr 17, 2008 23:59:26 GMT -5
"It'll be here, sergeant. Just hold the Squibs off until it arrives!" Lieutenant Rico announced, hoping they would all be inspired to keep fighting.
He himself, was wondering the exact same thing. The drop-ship should have arrived by now. Yet, regretably, it had not.
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Post by Shadow on Apr 18, 2008 0:03:00 GMT -5
The Sergeant growled and stood up, any strogg aiming at him was immediatelly shot down as he made his way forward to the control consul for the final door, suffering from plenty of new wounds but using the strogg as human shields as well when he got close enough. He kicked a srogg throguh the door and slammed his fist on the panel, breaking it and making the security lock get to work. He leaned heavily against the wall, firing at anything that looked at him now and with deadly accuracy.
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Post by -=Cpl Sam Dunn=- on Apr 18, 2008 0:04:12 GMT -5
Dunny had just blasted a Grunt's face into a lead pellet crater and watched it fall to the pile of corpses ringing his little hill of crates when he heard the two leaders talk. He slammed another shell into his shotgun (he was reloading with every shot) and racked the pump-action.
"IF IT DON'T GET HERE, THEN WE'LL MAKE ONE OUTTA DEAD STROGG, RIGHT MARINES?!" He shouted to his squad, the other squad, and all of the marines at large. Morale had to be kept up, he knew that. They had to keep going, not matter what.
"SEMPER FI! MAKE THEM DIE!"
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Post by Cartwright on Apr 18, 2008 0:10:31 GMT -5
Suddenly, a screaming young male voice was heard over the weapons fire that echoed through the hangar. Private Bruder ran down the catwalk and onto the ground floor. He began charging through the ranks of Strogg, slaughtering many of them. He had lost it. He was Section Eight. Clinically insane. Suddenly, a Berzerker slammed its drill into the ground. Ripples appear and then suddenly, electricity shot out from the ground where he had slammed the drill down, knocking over any Strogg nearby. The lightning struck the Marine full force and he fell to his knees in pain. The Berzerker ran forward and its drill began spinning feriously. It plunged the drill into his back and it began cutting deeper. His screams could be heard audibly over the gunfire and his death was slow and painful. Puddles of crimson blood covered the floor around the two figures. The Berzerkers blood dripping drill ceased spinning, and the beast charged at the Marines! It was praying for death! <Actions> |
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Post by Shadow on Apr 18, 2008 0:13:41 GMT -5
Sergeant Hayek saw the strogg and charged at it from the side then tackled the berserker into the wall, making his own wounds worse but more than stunning the berserker. He pulled out his blaster, and pointed at the strogg's head. "Semper Fi." And fired a charged blast.
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Post by Cartwright on Apr 18, 2008 0:15:21 GMT -5
The Berzerker's head was disintegrated. More Strogg poured into the hangar. The situation was worsening by the passing second.
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Post by Shadow on Apr 18, 2008 0:19:32 GMT -5
"Show these bastards what hell is really like marines!" The sergeant yelled spitting up blood as he did, then somehow managed to get behind the marines defenses. He coughed again making more blood come up and leaned heavily on the crate as he fired his blaster into the gray, Sergeant Hayek was in a ton of pain but didn't stop fighting.
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Post by Cartwright on Apr 18, 2008 0:24:00 GMT -5
Over the communications the voice that some Marines would have almost mistaken as God Almighty blared into their ears. "This is Alpha-Whiskey to Hell Hounds, we are inbound to the U.S.S. Hoover to pick up the rest of our chalk. E.T.A. five minutes. Hold tight Marines, we are coming!" The pilot said. The drop-ship was on the way. Their rescue was about to come underway. Five more minutes, that's all they needed. Five more minutes. ((OOC: Chalk: the payload of a helicopter, including troops. In this case, a drop-ship.)) <Actions> |
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Post by Shadow on Apr 18, 2008 0:28:22 GMT -5
"YOU HEARD HIM MARINES, FIVE MORE MINUTES TO FILL THESE FUCKERS WITH LEAD! SHOW THEM WHAT IT MEANS TO SCREW WITH THE HELL HOUNDS!" Hayek yelled over the gun fire, he was slowing though and a pool of blood was starting to form beneath him. He could hold for five minutes maybe... Where was Nightengale?
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Post by Cartwright on Apr 18, 2008 0:30:20 GMT -5
The lance corporal rushed over to the man's aid, providing first aid. Heimrich was now back on his feet and fighting, almost good as new. The Hell Hounds would keep fighting. They only had five more minutes until their rescue.
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