Turn 3: Drinks and Cigarettes

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Tomala began talking to the wounded telling them storys from before all this happend. Tomala talked about losing his legs the mission before R&R. He talked about how he was dead drunk the night before. Tomala '' Trust me guys ive been through as much you guys right now haha ya aint alone.'' The Marines didnt respond but he knew they were listening it lifted there spirits in time of peril.

[ToxicJones]

Jones had seen an opening in the enemy, and took it. She charged the strogg and flung out the knife from her hip. Its throat had been split, but she had sacrificed her cover. She dove behind one of the few empty cars that were on the street. She took out another strogg across the street, and had a sutible cover close to the others. She felt a pang in her side and her hand flew to it. She didn't bother to look down, knowing what probley happened. It didn't matter though, another few strogg fell. She was fairly proud of herself, working this well under pain and such. She heard another loud bang from a sniper, but it just went into the car she was hidden behind. She saw Tomala's mouth moving around the injured, and hoped the best for them.

[Mr. Death]

Godchild was pacing the area of the wounded, firing at all Strogg he could find. A nail pinged off of the metal fastener on the book bag he used for his med pack. It was a close call, but he wouldn't have minded if it had hit him. Just another wound to heal, at least that's what it was to him.

He went over to a Marine, grabbing his shoulder and turning him around. He needed to find the LT now. As he turned him around, he noticed the Marine was bleeding from the face, and his hands weren't at his weapon, but at his gut, which was oozing with blood.
Elias didn't even have time to carry the Marine to the make shift Medical CP, because moments after realized the Marine was injured, multiple nails became embedded in the man's spinal cord, killing him. This was getting worse by the second.

"Lieutenant Johnson! God damn it where are you!?" He shouted after killing two other Strogg. He began to think he'd be forced to get the injured out of here by himself.

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot was getting light headed now, he didnt know why he never bothered to tell anyone about the bullet embedded in his calf, but then, the medics were a little preocupied. "Hey uhh Death, Im bleedin' out here man" His makeshift turnikut no doubt saved his life, but it wouldnt hold out forever.

He shook his head when Jones ran up and layed down the law on the Squibb, he then saw the sniper take a shot at her, luckily though, she was smart enough to stay behind cover. He wasnt sure if he could hit the sniper, but he would sure try. He layed down behind the wheel of the truck, hopefully that would steady his hands.

Hoot was begging to feel a little chilled now, that was not a good sign "Damnit.... SOMEBODY GET OVER HERE!!" He yelled as he fired 3 round bursts at the sniper. All of them missed but he wasnt trying to hit it, he was trying to supress it."Damit J get your ass movin!" Once the sniper caught wind of were he was, it quickly fired a shell. The bullet flew through the trunk of the car like it was paper, and right into Hoot's shoulder.

He rolled over, he could barely talk, if the bullet was 3 inches to the right he would be a dead man. "Ahh fuck......medic" He said as he laid there on his back. The bullet had entered the top of his left shoulder and exited his left tricep, no doubt his left arm was broken, but he really hoped that his brachial artery wasnt torn to shit, or else he was a dead man. He did remember some things from human anatomy class, like the brachial Artery was right next to a major nerve that allowed him to move his arm.

He tried to move is arm, it hurt like hell, that was good, the brachial artery wasnt cut. He shifted to another spot, a more armored spot, one where it would take some time for the sniper to hit him. He switched the selector switch to "full auto" and began to rock and roll on the sniper. The best he could seem to do was graze it, that is when it got behind cover. When his mag was out he found a wounded member of the Defence force's Asault rifle. He began to supress it again.

((OOC: Brachial Artery, the main artery in your arm, if it gets cut, your a dead man. Ha! You can learn *some* useful things in school!))

[ToxicJones]

((if you don't want her picking you up, I can always change it^^))
"Shit!" Jones shouted, Hoot was trying to give her an opening and got hit. She ran over to him.
"Are you alright Hoot?!?" She cried out desperatly. Yeah, she was really sorry about this.
"Hoot, sorry but, I gotta borrow your gun." She whispered to him. She grabbed the sniper, and took a shot at the opposiong strogg. It didn't hit, but it was close. She took another, it hit. It had broken right through the things left shoulder, it wouldn't be fireing again. She slapped the sniper down in Hoot's good arm, and attemted to lift him. Shit, it hurt like a mother... but she could do it. She stumbled with Hoot's weight, but made it closer to Godchild.
"A little help?" She said as she struggled to put him down.

[Matt]

Meyen saw the two privates, they were definatly in need of help. He ran over to them, and stood behind them so they wouldn't get hit, he would. Meyen fired his rifle at any hostiles in sight. He picked up the rifle earlier, from a dead Marine after the crash.

"Com'on Marines, you can make it, MOVE!." Meyen yelled.

[Shadow]

Hayek ran over to Jones and took Hoot from her. "Get back to shootin'! I've got this guy." He didn't even remember if his own wound was taken care of. But his squad was more important than himself. "Remember to take cover too!"

[ToxicJones]

"Yes Sir!" Was all that came out of Jones mouth. She took cover behind the second car and continued fireing, forgetting about the pain in her side. What was going on here? Where was the LT?

[Shadow]

Hayek sighed setting Hoot down with the other wounded for the medics to take care of. "Everyone! We need to hold out till we can figure something out, so your orders are not to die at the moment!" Hayek yelled why was it that every LT was either non responsive most of the time or dead?

[Cartwright]

((OOC: The Strogg do not use a conventional sniper rifle. They use a Rail Gun. It is a weapon that fires an orange laser at extreme distances. Comes with an electronic scope. I keep seeing you guys saying you are hit by a bullet from a Strogg sniper, which is impossible. Their weapon is a Rail Gun, it fires superheated plasma beams. I want to see you guys conforming to that.))

The Marines kept firing from cover. The situation was getting worse. Lieutenant Johnson was close to the enemy with an assault rifle in hand behind cover. He popped out of cover and fired a clip into an incoming horde. Before he could duck back into cover, he was hit. The nail hit him right in the shoulder. He winced in pain but shrugged it off. He arose, firing his weapon.

"MARINES, WE ARE LEAVING!" The lieutenant exclaimed.

He ran back to the group and grabbed Godchild by the collar.

"Leave 'em! We have no time to be slowed down by wounded!" The lieutenant said.

"Sir, they can make it! They can fucking make it!" Godchild said in protest.

The lieutenant looked at them, some critically wounded. He would have to make a decision he knew he would regret making. But, he had to decide. Spend their lives or waste them? He would late fate decide which was the right decision.

"Alright, take anyone who can walk or is not critically wounded! Leave the rest!" The lieutenant said, then saw the look on Godchild's face, "Look, I'd love to save them too! But, we cannot afford to lose our lives in the process! Saves those you can and let's move!"

Godchild nodded and began prepping the injured to move. He would have to leave those more critically wounded, which did not settle right with him. Though he despised to admit it, the lieutenant was right. Shadow ran up next to Tomala and Godchild and began to cover them with suppressing fire. The Strogg were keeping their heads down for the most part.

The group began to move as they did so, all hell broke lose. A Strogg Grunt ran up to the master sergeant. He had enough time to see the beast before getting beat down to the ground. He tried to crawl away but was mawled to death, blood spraying everywhere. The beasts' reign of terror did not end there. It roared and charge for the injured. Everyone able-bodied Marine shot at it, killing it just seconds before it reach the group of wounded.

The Marines made it to an alley that would lead to the theatre they had gone to earlier. They could probably hole up there. Hopefully, it would provide a good CP until further notice.

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[Dire Wolf]

Hoot was in the rear, he was limping pretty bad. He managed to take a dead marine's pistol before heading out with the group, and he left his assault rifle back at the HMMWV, he couldnt use it well with his broken arm. He also lost a lot of respect for the El-Tee back there, he was sure he would have left him to die..... or worse... for the Strogg. He managed to keep up with the hell hounds with the Marine's pistol in hand. Hoot limped over to Mr. Death and let out a tired laugh "Anything you can do for my owies?"

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Tomala said in anger, ''With all do respect sir I think this is bullshit I didnt risk my life to save this men only to leave them here they can make it to a hopsital I refuse to leave this boys.'' Tomala was outraged with the LT leaving the wounded men. Tomala said, '' Sir just remember the saying leave no man behind.''

[Cartwright]

"Private... if you want to fucking die here with critically wounded, then go ahead! But if you want to live, leave them! We are saving more bloody lives by leaving them then taking them. Now let's move!" The lieutenant said.

He was going to hit people for insubordination. He hated leaving people behind and he knew the saying, but sometimes there is a time when you have to leave people behind. It was one of the things of being a commander and leader of troops he hated the most. Making sacrifices.

"There is twelve of us and a minority of them. Think about this private. If we try to drag those CRITICALLY wounded then we may lose all twelve men. If we fucking leave the critically wounded and save those who can walk and fight, then there you go! We saved more lives then wasted. Now fucking put a little spring in your step and MOVE! We don't need anymore dead Marines." The lieutenant said, anger rising in his voice.

[Cartwright]

Suddenly, the lieutenant fell. Everyone hit the deck, seeing the laser coming from a nearby rooftop.

"Shit!" Hoot exclaimed, taking aim.

The shot would be tough, but he could make it. He aimed down his assault rifle's scope and held his breath, pulling the trigger. The bullet hit the target in the neck. The Strogg fell off the ledge and fell to the ground floor. Hoot grinned. A dead Strogg was a good Strogg. But then he realised the lieutenant had been hit. He whipped around and saw him on the ground. He was not dead... yet.

"Bloody hell..." The lieutenant gasped, pain apparent in his voice.

Godchild ran over and flipped him over. He had a large hole in his stomach area. The laser had burned threw the skin layer. He was bleeding profusely. He lifted his upperhalf up, so he was in a sitting positon. The lieutenant gasped in more pain. As Godchild leaned to the right, looking at his various medical supplies, a second laser hit. This time, right in the lieutenant chest. The laser burst out of his back. The lieutenant fell to the floor, lifeless. If Godchild had not leaned to the right only by a few inches, it would have been him. Not the lieutenant.

This time, Shadow took the shot. Killing the Strogg sniper. Now, he was back in command. It seemed the Hell Hounds had a knack for losing their platoon commanders. He wondered why.

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Tomala had no choice but to follow his orders even though he tried to argue it wasnt going to work. Tomala said '' Yes sir Ill gather the walking wounded and get out of here.'' Tomala had a drop in his heart he didnt want to leave those guys there. Tomala told the critically wounded he be back for them. Tomala knew by the time anyone had come to there aid they would be dead. He didnt like this action of the LT at all.