Turn 3: Drinks and Cigarettes

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot looked over at the El-Tee, who was now dead, and said this "Only the dead have seen the end of war...." He felt cold now and he couldnt use his left arm. The strogg beam rifle had burned a hole through his shoulder and out his tricep, lucky for him though the super-heated plasma beam cauterized the wound so he was not bleeding out of his shoulder. But his leg was a different story. A bullet hit him in the calf his jeans were blood stained. "While we have a chance can a damn corpsman pretty please with a cherry on top look at my shoulder and my leg, they are pretty fucked up and some painkillers would be nice"

He slinged his assault rifle and pulled out the pistol. He could use that a lot better with one hand than his assault rifle.

[Cartwright]

Godchild moved over to Hoot in an attempt to fix him up. He would definitely need it.

[Cartwright]

Godchild was able to fix the PFC up. He then moved to the middle of the group.

"Move!" Hayek ordered.

The Marines moved out into an open square. The only cover was behind mounds of rubble and vehicles. The Marines took cover, Strogg firing on their position.

"I want a 360! Move!"

First Squad formed up in a circle, keeping enough distance that a grenade would not kill more than one man. They were ready. Second squad was across from them, mimicing this action. Hayek fired on the Strogg with his weapon and Meyen with Jones, fired their assault rifles into the hordes. These Strogg were being smart. Sticking to cover. They soon discovered why. Strogg Tactical Transfers dominated this area.

"Tacticals! Careful, these bastards are smart!" Meyen yelled, firing his last three rounds.

The Marines would have to hold out. Another platoon of Marines came, many from different units. Their original units totally obliterated. They took cover and began firing on the Strogg as well. All of these Marines were wearing armor, meaning they had communications.

"Yo, call command. We need extraction!" Staff Sergeant Hayek yelled to the most senior member.

"Roger. But we'll need to clear out this area before the bird arrives or pick up will be impossible. This area is WAY too hot." The most senior man, a second lieutenant, said.

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[Corporal Hicks]

Second Lieutenant James Sharpton looked at the other group of marines. They looked like hell, but not as much as his guys. It looked like their leader was a Staff Sergeant. Sharpton spit on the ground as he ran under cover to The man's position. "Roger. But we'll need to clear out this area before the bird arrives or pick up will be impossible. This area is WAY too hot."

He looked around the firefight again, assessing the situation. "Any idea why these bastards are taking cover?"

He saw one Strogg taking cover, and pulled out his sidearm, firing through the car-door and killing it. He put it back and cocked his shotgun.

[Cartwright]

"Strogg Tacticals. They are the smarter ones. They use Marine tactics and when they shoot to kill... they mean business." Shadow said to the lieutenant.

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Tomala started to dragg his wounded to Godchild's makeshift CP he said, '' Boys this going to hurt alittle but its better than no cover.''

[Cartwright]

((OOC: Not sure if you realised this, Bullet, but the 'CP' that Mr. Death made was back at the Hummvee crash. The platoon is approximately half a klick west of your location if you are still back there. And if you are, get your ass moving back to your unit. If not, then edit your post.

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Tomala didnt want to leave those guys there but he had to.He read a prayer for them and got going. He began to run towards the platoon's position. He took down any Strogg in his way he had a guilty concscience about leaving those guys there.

[Matt]

"Die motherfuckers Die!" Meyen screamed, while putting a burst into a Strogg's mouth, unleasing teeth and bone fragments from the backside. These were not dumb like regular Strogg. These were Tacticals, and Meyen could see it in them. He saw one Strogg peeking over behind a scorched truck, pointing at Marines and screaming in it's hellish tounge. It was obviously in command and giving out orders. Meyen had to take this fucker out. He unloaded an 8-round burst into it, center mass. It went down hard but was still alive, crawling to cover. The Sergeant then put a 3-round burst into the back of its head, ending the piece of shit.

"Oorah! Keep up the fire Marines!" Meyen yelled.

[Corporal Hicks]

Sharpton was looking around the battlefield. He noticed a marine running towards their position. (bullet) He tapped two guys on the shoulders and pointed towards him. "Cover him! Now!"

"Sergeant, take two men and go bail that fella out! get him here alive."
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[Shadow]

Hayek looked at the man then refocused on the fighting crouching for the moment and aiming carefully. Shooting down a strogg sniper, "Still machines can't match the real thing..." He looked around they couldn't keep this up.. Why couldn't air support give thme a bit of help? He'd only seen one rocket the entire time...

[Matt]

"Roger Sir." Meyen said.

"Jones, Hoot, come with me were gunna go get Tomala. Let's move! On me, cover my flanks i got the 12 o'clock." Meyen said while moving out to go assist Tomala.

[Shadow]

Hayek sighed the circle was pretty much broken now. He took cover behind an outcrop of rubble and watched where the shots were coming from that were going for his squad mates. After a few second he'd tracked them back to the tactical strogg, and started picking them off one by one. "Get moving! We don't know how much time we have and judging by what's goin' on our evac probably wont be coming for some time."

[Corporal Hicks]

Lieutenant Sharpton looked around at the collapsing unit. They needed to form a tighter circle. He thought hard about a strategy to fix the collapsing lines. He was pannicking inside, but he couldn't show his men that, he needed to keep his cool. He ran his hand through his sweaty blonde hair, still looking around at the troops. Then the idea dawned on him. "Men, if you have smoke grenades put 'em out, and fall back into a tighter circle. Keep the wounded in the middle. We have to form lines and stick to them!" he pulled a smoke grenade off his bandolier, and hurled it out towards Meyen's position to give him the cover of smoke. He pulled the second and tossed it a little ways out of the circle to cover their movement.

[Cartwright]

"C2, this is Bravo-Two. Requesting EVAC at map grid Sierra-Tango-Five-Seven-Eight. We are under heavy fire from tango's." Lieutenant Sharpton said into his helmet microphone.

"Affirmative, Bravo-Two. The bird is on her way. Hold your position at the designated EZ. Pop red smoke to indicate a hot EZ or green to indicate a safe one. C2, out." An operator from command said.

The Marines kept firing. Jones, Hoot, and Meyen managed to get Tomala back to the rest of the group and form back up in a full 360 degree of cover. Strogg were falling left and right and tracers were being exchanged from both sides.

((OOC: Hicks, no need for tagging. We don't tag or roll here. You can just say sergeant or Meyen and Matt will know who you're talking to. Say staff sergeant or Hayek if speaking to Nick.))

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