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Old 10-19-2010, 12:42 PM
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The adjutant chirps a warning at you. Security code required for lift. Access denied.

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Old 10-19-2010, 06:59 PM
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Screw it! Zev makes sure that there is a distress call on all frequencies and runs outside.
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Old 10-20-2010, 02:49 PM
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Outside the monsters continue the assault. Hundreds of marines and aliens already lie dead at the mouth of the base. One of the bunkers burns and flaming marines scramble to get away out of the inferno. The militia seem to be holding the creatures back effectively, but at great cost. You are somewhat reassured by the presence of Sergeant Shaw crouching behind a pile of sandbags. With one hand he directs the bursts of his Impaler, which is resting on top of the bags, and with the other he fires his handgun.
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Zev runs to him and begins to fire his own Impaler. Treating any marines he can who are wounded but manage to survive long enough.
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Old 11-04-2010, 01:31 PM
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Moving beside the sergeant, you fire your own Impaler into the fray. Shaw glances up at before returning his eyes to the line. He chuckles. Hahaha! Good man! He fiddles with one of the containers on his belt before producing a frag grenade and shoving it into your hand. I'll cover you. Aim for that bunker. The Sergeant focuses his fire towards the overrun bunker. The alien monsters now gather inside, seeking shelter from the rain of bullets. The grenade is light in your armored palm. You haven't seen one of these outside of a museum...
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Zevadyah isn't going to take any chances aiming the unwieldy device. He simply nods to the sergeant and then sprints to the bunker entrance making just enough of a curved route as to skirt the sergeants fire. He stop with his back to the entrance, pulls the pin, and throws the grenade. As soon as he hears the blast he whips around the corner and begins firing at anything he finds.
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Old 11-06-2010, 12:20 PM
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Sweat beads at your hairline as you dodge retreating marines, assaulting aliens, and the rear guard's Impaler bursts. Sergeant Shaw stands and runs towards some of the creatures, firing wildly and shouting obscenities. After blowing the bunker, you turn and end the suffering of the few survivors. Gore covers the walls and drips from the ceiling.

The gunfire begins to fade as the last of the aliens are pushed into the night. The attack is over for now, but you're still surrounded...
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Zev runs back to the Sergeant. ****, what do we do?!
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Old 05-03-2011, 03:06 PM
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The sergeant drops an empty cartridge and slides a new one into his Impaler. It'll be morning soon and this isn't over. Check the wounded. We need to get them prepped for evac.
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Zev starts where the lines still held, taking those most likely to survive and applies stims and assists those who can't make it to the med station on their own. He then works out to the more desolated sections of the base, checking burnt out bunkers and buildings.
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Old 05-13-2011, 01:18 PM
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Many wounded marines groan in the dirt. One flails about sluggishly and another tries to stand, but is missing a leg. Most look to far gone to make it. You do what you can do get those still mostly intact to the medical station.

The base is in nearly as bad of condition as the marines. As you walk over to begin an investigation of the burnt out bunker, a guttural screaming fills the air. A swarm of what looks like huge shrimps with wings is flying towards the base.
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Old 05-13-2011, 10:11 PM
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Running. Sergeant, Another distress beacon help any?
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Old 05-18-2011, 02:37 PM
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Shaw runs alongside you. Christ! Hole up inside. The Confederates are our only chance of rescue.

OOC: I'm dragging my feet on this.
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Zev begins running, but time seems to slow down nearly to a stop. The adrenaline of it all makes individual shouts seem to drag on and screams to hang for hours in the air. Each lift and fall of the foot bears the new significance of a mountain range forming or crumbling to dust; almost as if some higher power was...waiting for something.
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Old 06-02-2011, 11:37 AM
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Even as you run, acidic glaives slam into the ground around you; the shrieking from these flying monsters is unlike anything you've heard before. The chatter of gauss rifle fire seems to echo inside your skull. You watch as an SCV desperately tries to fuse pieces of scrap metal over holes in the command center.

As you and the Sarge reach the command center, you glance over your shoulder and see a conflict on the ramp up the plateau. A man darts around rapidly on his vulture bike, blasting the smaller monsters with an Old Earth revolver. There is a group of marines fighting their way into the base!

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