Turn 4: Return to C2

[Cartwright]

Hayek and his group of Marines had holed up in a nearby building, firing out of the windows, downing numerous enemies. The lieutenant and Sergeant Meyen's men pulled any surviving wounded. The only two living were Corporal Voss and Private Tyson. Tyson's face was messed up by numerous bullet wounds and Voss had taken major shrapnel from the grenade.

The drop-ship finally landed in the square, Strogg firing on it.

"Marines, move to the drop-ship now!" Hayek yelled, the Marines making an all out dash for the back ramp.

The Marines fired their weapons at Strogg, downing them, but missing terribly. Those following Hayek boarded first. Then Meyen's men joined them. Lieutenant Sharpton was the last onboard. The drop-ship ramp rose and the vehicle ascended into the sky. The Marines flew due east, towards command. As they did this, the pilots saw weapons' flashes coming from the surface. Friendly weapons fire.

"We have friendly weapons fire on the ground, Bravo-Two. I see injured Leathernecks on the ground. Should we make a MEDEVAC?" The pilot inquired.

Godchild arose and walked into the cockpit. He saw the small fortification he had set up. It was the Marines we left behind.

"Land her near their position, now." Godchild said.

"I'm in charge here, corporal!" The lieutenant said.

Hayek arose and tapped the lieutenant on the shoulder. He glanced at the staff sergeant.

"Sir, he's right. We are Marines. We don't leave men behind. We know those Marines." Hayek said.

The lieutenant nodded in agreement. They would save those Marines.

"Take us down, pilot."

The drop-ship descended and hovered over the ground. The back ramp lowered and Hayek, Jones, Hoot, Meyen, and Godchild ran out.

"Meyen, Hoot, you two on our right. You will provide covering fire. Mr. Death, Jones, you two get those wounded back to the drop-ship. I'll stay here and cover your asses." The staff sergeant said.

The Marines all gave the 'OK' signal and did as told. Meyen and Hoot fired their weapons on fully automatic, downing Strogg Soldiers left and right. Jones and Godchild picked up some of the injured. The only two survivors were Ricky and Tommy. They had actually survived. The two arose and ran back. Meyen and Hoot arose, firing their last rounds.

"Move, move, move!" Sergeant Meyen said.

The two ran, following Jones and Godchild. They boarded the drop-ship and Hayek fired his last rounds. He then ran into the drop-ship. A bullet managed to strike him in the back of his left shoulder. He shrugged off the pain and the ramp arose. The drop-ship ascended back into the air and flew away. They would soon arrive back at command and get their wounded to the infirmary.

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[ToxicJones]

Jones sat in the Dropship with the others, panting a little from carying over her own weight. But they were almost all there and fine.
((Sorry its short, don't really have much to say, just figured id ;et anyone on know im here^^))

[Matt]

Meyen took a deep breath, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He took a long drag and exhaled.

'The Hell Hounds get the ass-end of everything. Fuck.' Meyen thought.

Atleast they got those wounded Marines back, and Meyen was glad about that. Actually happy about that. Now they were headed back to command, and he was also happy about that. They were going to get their armour, rifle, knife, ammo, and MABEY something to eat. They were definitly going to go back in the shit, and kick some more ass. But Meyen wasn't happy about this for some reason, he was expecting TWO full weeks of R&R. Obviously they weren't getting those precious TWO weeks anytime soon...

[Dire Wolf]

He leaned his head back against the bulkhead of the ship and held his left shoulder, the one that had been shot. Although Death never said it, Hoot knew he was on the brink, if he did not get real medical attention fast, he was a gonner.

He looked over at Jones, when he spoke, he sounded exhausted and cold, even though it was a warm summer day. Blood loss will do that to you. "Jay, you doin' awright?" His eye lids were becoming heavy, he could barely keep them up. Hoot knew that if he went to sleep he would not wake up.

He looked down at his leg, it was not bleeding anymore he had Mr. Death to thank for that, but he lost a lot of blood, and the damage has already been delt. He looked back up at Jones, smiled a little bit then almost instantly passed out, he went completely limp, his arm dropped, his head dropped and he was now hunched over the saftey harness, if it had not been there, he would have fallen over right on Jones.

((OOC: Took out the last thing in the post))

[Cartwright]

"Shit! Mr. Death! Hoot is unconscious!" Shadow said, looking at the Marine whom slumped over.

He could have passed out from all the stress or from bloodloss. But hopefully he did not die. Hopefully his pulse would still be there. They could not afford to lose another Marine.

[Cartwright]

Mr. Death begins to perform CPR on Hoot, who has gone unconscious and is not breathing. The Hell Hounds watched, horrified at the notion they may be down another Marine. He worked furiously, trying to bring the Marine back. The question of when they would reach command was answered by the pilot.

"E.T.A. until base arrival, two mikes. Hold on, Hell Hounds!" The pilot announced.

Most of the newer Marines sighed in relief, but the vets did not. A lot could happen in two minutes. They knew that. After an entire minute of trying to revive Hoot, he finally awakened. His eyes darting open. Mr. Death arose, backing off slightly. He was still close enough that if the Marine went unconscious again, he would be able to assist.

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[Dire Wolf]

Hoot smiled a little bit and said in a nerdy-sounding voice "Mr. Death your my hero". He slowly got back up on his former spot on the bench and strapped himself in...... he looked like he was lost in thought, after a short while he looked over at Hayek, he still sounded exhausted "How long was I out? It felt like hours... days" he trailed off.

He leaned his head against the bulkhead again, he almost completely lost in thought, he stared off into empty space.

[Cartwright]

"You were out for about a minute." Hayek said, patting Hoot on the shoulder.

[Cartwright]

((OOC: For now on, Tomala is in Second Squad. Meyen's squad. Because first squad has Death as their squad leader and he is a medic. So, you will be rolling with Meyen for now on, Bullet.))

[bullet]

(( OOC: Understood.))

[Cartwright]

The drop-ship descended on the landing pad of the Marine base. The second the back ramp fully lowered, all the injured were sent to the infirmary. Hoot was fixed up fairly fast and all those critically wounded were stabilized and would live. Even Lieutenant Sharpton's men. A lot of changes were to be made and soon. Captain McCoy, the company commander of Alpha Company approached the Hell Hounds.

"Attention on deck!" Lieutenant Sharpton announced.

The Marines snapped to attention and awaited the command of at ease. They all knew the drill and were used to it.

"At east." The captain said.

The Marines went to the stance of at ease. They all scrutinized the captain. He was their company CO and was in charge of a lot of things that went on in the platoon's under his command. This meeting was no different.

"Hell Hounds, I have a few new developments to discuss with you. Seats." Captain McCoy said.

The Hell Hounds took their seats and observed the captain carefully. Was he going to give bad news or good news, they did not know.

"Lieutenant Sharpton, you are now in command of the Hell Hounds as platoon commander. Congratulations. This is a fine unit, as you will find. One of the best in my entire company, actually," the captain said, smiling, "Now... staff sergeant, please step forward."

Hayek arose and walked up to the captain. He stood at rigid attention. The captain took off the pins on his BDU collar that signified him a staff sergeant. He knew what was coming. He could feel it and it felt good.

"By the Sky Marshal of the Space Military, Admiral Terry Knight, and the Commandant of the Space Marine Corps, General Adolf Bastian, you are here by promoted to Gunnery Sergeant. You will carry on the traditions of our beloved Corps that started at Tunn Tavern, Philadephia 1775 and the birth of the SMC in Washington D.C., the Pentagon, 2075. You have been given command of a fine unit and have exempted exceptional leadership and combat abilities. For this, we thank you." The captain said, pinning the rank pins of Gunnery Sergeant on to the collar of his BDU uniform.

"Your new stripes have been added to the shoulder of your Dress Blues as well. Congratulations, Gunny. You've done a fine job. Keep it up."

The Marines clapped for their platoon sergeant. He had just risen in the chain of command once more. Something he was very proud of, though he did not show it. He left faced, now facing his platoon. He smiled and cleared his throat. He had something to say. Something a good leader would say.

"I may have just hopped a paygrade higher than I used to be, but I am still your platoon sergeant and friend. I could not have done this without the hard work and dedication this platoon has given myself and our previous platoon commanders. For this, I thank you dearly. Now, remember, I am still on the command team and will still kick Strogg ass with you in the field anyday, oorah?!"

"OORAH!" The Marines exclaimed with pride.

The staff sergeant returned to his seat with pride, glancing down at the pins on his uniform every so often with pride. He had done. He was a Space Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant. Now he could be called Gunny or Guns for short. Though, he did like Shadow way better. His stare focused on the captain, who, getting the aside, had something to say to the platoon.

"Alright, at dawn, we will be sending the entire company back out there to retake Detroit. The Hell Hounds will be split into two drop-ships. Kilo-Two-Seven will be for first squad. Gunnery Sergeant, you will accompany first squad. First Squad's designation will be Chalk One. Lieutenant Sharpton, you will accompany Second Squad as Chalk Two. You will be riding in Kilo-Two-Eight. Please remember that the call-sign for command is C2. Now, you may get some rest or do whatever. Dismissed."

The captain said. The Marines dispersed into their own little groups. Lieutenant Sharpton was proud to say he was the leader of the Hell Hounds. Meyen was with Hoot, playing some poker. Meyen took a drag of his cigarette and then slammed a card down. Ace of Spades.

Hayek was with the lieutenant, attempting to get better aquainted with their new platoon commander. Jones was with Godchild and Tomala, having a friendly chat with them, which Carrick happilly obliged to join. Lee was in a corner of the tent, cleaning his assault rifle. Keeping to his usual nature, he said nothing. Everyone in the platoon was doing something.

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[Dire Wolf]

The first thing that Hoot did after congradulating Gunny Hayek was to check into medical, he needed to get some help before he passed out again. At first he was hesitant to go in, they may stop him from going to the next op.

They ended up making a synthetic bone to replace his humurous, and putting some biofoam into his leg to stop any internal bleeding that was going on. The biofoam also did wonders dulling pain, but it was only a temporary solution, he still needed a hospital.

After all was said and done the doc walked up to him and said "Your damn lucky to be alive son".

"You dont know the half of it, doc" He said as he shook the man's hand.

Hoot walked up to Jones and said "You awright Jay?

[Corporal Hicks]

The Lieutenant was glad to see that this group of marines was going to be his. He could tell that they were good men, and he liked them.

He spoke with Hayek. "Congratulations on the promotion Gunny. Just make sure you live up to it." he said with a grin.

[bullet]

Tomala said, '' Didnt I tell you Godchild to enjoy your R&R while it lasts. Seems like it didnt last long.'' Tomala thought it sucked he fought hard and now he would have to carry on to fight even more.

[ToxicJones]

"Im good! How are you?" Jones replied, grinning. To bad they weren't getting those two weeks of R&R, she figured they all needed it. Oh well, what could they do about it.