<span style='color:gray'><u>"OK, now that we released viper and got new people, what shall we do?" *walks to another dark corner* "Ah, here's more comfortable. Hey comm, what next?"</u></span>
<b>By the way, is the Ip the only structure we have at the base right now?</b>
<b>"You have no Rank. You are PRIVATE Dwayne Hicks. No one has rank."
Uhm, can you say contradictory?</b>
<i>Commander: "Well Ed, I think I just need you to get us detached from this thing. Should be possible when the whole thing is split at the airlock."</i>
<span style='color:blue'> *pats Spinviper sparsly on the back* "It's...uhh...good to see you too, Spin. Just don't do anything like that again, or I'll be scarred for life a bit ^^" *turns and looks at the airlock* *smiles* "We're getting off of this hellhole..." *breathes deep* "Finally." *slumps into a cornor, puts armor back on* *keeps on smiling* </span> <b>Damn powerout. Kept me out for 2 days o_O...</b>
<span style='color:white'> "Alright, sir. Attempting foredeck seperation..." *Ed begins typing away at the console, mechanical noises eminating from unseen machinery is faintly heard, a lound CLUNK is heard as a mechanical voice eminates from the dust covered PA system, "Emergercy Foredeck seperation complete, sections A-1 through C-3 activating in Automous mode". Ed suddenly slams his fist on the console* "Dang! I knew it was gonna be too easy!" *Ed redies Wynona, and adjusts the slightly gooey helmet, and walks over to a console* "I dont think we're out of the woods yet..." </span>
<b>I'll explain more after getting clearance from Xect</b>
<!--QuoteBegin--spinviper+Aug 16 2003, 06:06 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (spinviper @ Aug 16 2003, 06:06 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <b>You have no Rank. You are PRIVATE Dwayne Hicks. No one has rank.</b> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> <b>Well nobody complained when us field medics got a bump to PFC after med school. Who says he's not a corporal? It doesn't matter in the field anyway.</b> <span style='font-family:courier'><span style='color:green'>*hears odd-sounding creaking coming from the bulkheads* "Is that good or bad?"</span></span>
<b>Damn MSBlast virus, couldn't use the net at home at all. I had to sneak my last post in through the school computer labs.</b> <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
<span style='color:orange'>*throws Cx-10s to the floor, picks up penguin's mini uzi, leveling it and P229 at door* "I hope that noise doesn't mean that we have to blast our way to the docking bay. I've had enough of this place." *takes out flask, takes a quick drink from it* "Man, this is good. I forgot I had this with me. Four parts whiskey, one part bourbon." *starts coughing from drinks strength*</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Touch me once more Viper and I'll ram your gun so far down your throat, you'll be cr*pping lead 'til Christmas." *holds up flask* "Anyone want some. And before you try, Viper, you can't have any, I'm still p*ssed off with you."</span>
<u><b><span style='color:red'>*Wakes up, startled by sounds* "Mommy! eh..nevermind..." *Gets up. Readys lmg.* "Some more ammo would be nice. **** twitchy trigger finger."</span></b></u> Edit:Bah! Grammr/spelling
QuaunautThe longest seven days in history...Join Date: 2003-03-21Member: 14759Members, Constellation, Reinforced - Shadow
edited August 2003
<b>Thats it, I'm tired of waiting. I'm gonna just be fresh recruit, first TSA mission. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--></b>
<span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='color:yellow'>*loud "VROW" noise is heard, and a new marine with highly-polished armor, stands there, a bit bewildered* "Uh...I was told I was needed here...umm...commander, could I get a update on the situation?" *notices the loony, and wonders if this was the right job to go into. He should have just accepted that promotion back in the ol' army</span></span>
<b>-edit- for color. Blue made it too hard on the eyes.</b>
"The only loony I see around here is you!" <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin--Night Shade+Aug 17 2003, 03:26 AM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Night Shade @ Aug 17 2003, 03:26 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <!--QuoteBegin--spinviper+Aug 16 2003, 06:06 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (spinviper @ Aug 16 2003, 06:06 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <b>You have no Rank. You are PRIVATE Dwayne Hicks. No one has rank.</b> <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> <b>Well nobody complained when us field medics got a bump to PFC after med school. Who says he's not a corporal? It doesn't matter in the field anyway.</b> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> xect did...
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"Welcome aboard. You want an update? we are trying to separate the two parts of this ship - this uninfected part and that overrun part. Dont worry about the loony, he wont bother anyone again."</span></span></span>
<b>Only recently. I asked at the time, and nobody said peep then. That was back at (edit: found it) page 64.</b> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Hey, who's the new guy?"</span></span>
QuaunautThe longest seven days in history...Join Date: 2003-03-21Member: 14759Members, Constellation, Reinforced - Shadow
edited August 2003
<span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='color:yellow'>Gotcha, thanks. Where would you guess he wants me? *holds up LMG pointing it in the same pose that they show in the advertisements saying "Join the TSA!" in all the barracks*</span></span>
<u><b><span style='color:red'>*rollseyes* "Stop showing off. I'm sure they taught you how to fry skulk in moddeling school. As for where he wants you...look around...you see a way out of this room?"
<i>commander: "Ok, seems we're out of here. Seems we're not gonna need those res for a res tower anyway, getting an observatory to make sure this place is totally clean."
An observatory pops up, waiting for authorization for the nanogrid to construct.</i>
<b>Why do I get the feeling it isn't...</b> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Yes, Sir." *moves over to observatory and starts construction*</span></span>
<span style='color:blue'> *drags self up from leaning against the wall* *walks over to the observatory* *starts to stare at it* "This is the most retarded thing we've ever had to do..." *yawns* *sees that Vrag is playing around with Quan* *takes on a sarcastic tone* "Oh, come on. Don't they teach you guys <i>anything</i> in training?" *smirks* "Don't worry, just run away if you see anything bigger than a large dog. If its tiny and it's got sharp teeth and strong bones, shoot it." </span>
<b>Why not? Put up some more propoganda in the Barracks? Make the marines feel more...<i>devoted</i></b>
<b>Playing? <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif'><!--endemo--> </b> <u><b><span style='color:red'>*Walks over to group* "And what IF this place isn't clean?" *Shivers, turns on Suit Heating System. Proceeds to clean pistol*"Why did those **** have to take my .60AE?! This pistols sucks. </span></b></u> <b>Fake gun, i think. Ya know, future and all...</b>
<b>I'm back, did ya miss me ? <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo--> , in short what's happened ?</b>
<b>In short? I don't think what happened can be put short if our lives depended on it <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--></b>
<b>Well what's happened that's important and where are we ? Ok i figured this out, Penguin is out to kill us, some people joined us, anything else i missed out. <span style='color:purple'>*Hears Delta complain.* " I second that <i>this is</i> the most retarded thing i've ever done, besides i took different training from you. So i'll run from everything." " Most of the guns suck, they aren't K.O'ing any of these A-holes."
<b>We're trapped in a clean sector of the ship. Spin went a bit psyco, and tried to do some disagreeable things to dead bodies and Darkness's late fiance. Then Penguin opened fire on us, and Boggle killed him with a headshot. Then Vrag and Quan warped in. Head is trying to disconnect this part from the infested ship and save us. Then we'll get hauled off by dropship. However, we're builidng an observatory right now to scan this sector to be sure.
In a nutshell, pleash <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--></b>
<b> Spin went a bit psyco, and tried to do some disagreeable things to dead bodies and Darkness's late fiance, the term, NECROFEELIAC comes to mind, indeed this story is going crazy.</b>
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*Picks up hybrid scanner-radio thing and wepons*
"Thank you!"
*walks to another dark corner*
"Ah, here's more comfortable. Hey comm, what next?"</u></span>
<b>By the way, is the Ip the only structure we have at the base right now?</b>
Uhm, can you say contradictory?</b>
<i>Commander: "Well Ed, I think I just need you to get us detached from this thing. Should be possible when the whole thing is split at the airlock."</i>
*pats Spinviper sparsly on the back*
"It's...uhh...good to see you too, Spin. Just don't do anything like that again, or I'll be scarred for life a bit ^^"
*turns and looks at the airlock*
*smiles*
"We're getting off of this hellhole..."
*breathes deep*
"Finally."
*slumps into a cornor, puts armor back on*
*keeps on smiling*
</span>
<b>Damn powerout. Kept me out for 2 days o_O...</b>
*Ed begins typing away at the console, mechanical noises eminating from unseen machinery is faintly heard, a lound CLUNK is heard as a mechanical voice eminates from the dust covered PA system, "Emergercy Foredeck seperation complete, sections A-1 through C-3 activating in Automous mode". Ed suddenly slams his fist on the console*
"Dang! I knew it was gonna be too easy!"
*Ed redies Wynona, and adjusts the slightly gooey helmet, and walks over to a console*
"I dont think we're out of the woods yet..."
</span>
<b>I'll explain more after getting clearance from Xect</b>
<b>Well nobody complained when us field medics got a bump to PFC after med school. Who says he's not a corporal? It doesn't matter in the field anyway.</b>
<span style='font-family:courier'><span style='color:green'>*hears odd-sounding creaking coming from the bulkheads*
"Is that good or bad?"</span></span>
<span style='color:orange'>*throws Cx-10s to the floor, picks up penguin's mini uzi, leveling it and P229 at door*
"I hope that noise doesn't mean that we have to blast our way to the docking bay. I've had enough of this place."
*takes out flask, takes a quick drink from it*
"Man, this is good. I forgot I had this with me. Four parts whiskey, one part bourbon."
*starts coughing from drinks strength*</span>
<b>What happened to Silent?</b>
*Readys weapon*
"Bring it on!"</b></span>
*holds up flask*
"Anyone want some. And before you try, Viper, you can't have any, I'm still p*ssed off with you."</span>
"Mommy! eh..nevermind..."
*Gets up. Readys lmg.*
"Some more ammo would be nice. **** twitchy trigger finger."</span></b></u>
Edit:Bah! Grammr/spelling
<span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='color:yellow'>*loud "VROW" noise is heard, and a new marine with highly-polished armor, stands there, a bit bewildered* "Uh...I was told I was needed here...umm...commander, could I get a update on the situation?" *notices the loony, and wonders if this was the right job to go into. He should have just accepted that promotion back in the ol' army</span></span>
<b>-edit- for color. Blue made it too hard on the eyes.</b>
<b>Well nobody complained when us field medics got a bump to PFC after med school. Who says he's not a corporal? It doesn't matter in the field anyway.</b> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
xect did...
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"Welcome aboard. You want an update? we are trying to separate the two parts of this ship - this uninfected part and that overrun part. Dont worry about the loony, he wont bother anyone again."</span></span></span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Hey, who's the new guy?"</span></span>
"Stop showing off. I'm sure they taught you how to fry skulk in moddeling school. As for where he wants you...look around...you see a way out of this room?"
</span></b></u>
<b>mmmm, fried skulk <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
Recruiting posters in barracks?! riiiiiiight...</b>
An observatory pops up, waiting for authorization for the nanogrid to construct.</i>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Yes, Sir."
*moves over to observatory and starts construction*</span></span>
*drags self up from leaning against the wall*
*walks over to the observatory*
*starts to stare at it*
"This is the most retarded thing we've ever had to do..."
*yawns*
*sees that Vrag is playing around with Quan*
*takes on a sarcastic tone*
"Oh, come on. Don't they teach you guys <i>anything</i> in training?"
*smirks*
"Don't worry, just run away if you see anything bigger than a large dog. If its tiny and it's got sharp teeth and strong bones, shoot it."
</span>
<b>Why not? Put up some more propoganda in the Barracks? Make the marines feel more...<i>devoted</i></b>
<u><b><span style='color:red'>*Walks over to group*
"And what IF this place isn't clean?"
*Shivers, turns on Suit Heating System. Proceeds to clean pistol*"Why did those **** have to take my .60AE?! This pistols sucks.
</span></b></u>
<b>Fake gun, i think. Ya know, future and all...</b>
Ok i figured this out, Penguin is out to kill us, some people joined us, anything else i missed out.
<span style='color:purple'>*Hears Delta complain.*
" I second that <i>this is</i> the most retarded thing i've ever done, besides i took different training from you. So i'll run from everything."
" Most of the guns suck, they aren't K.O'ing any of these A-holes."
</span></b>
In a nutshell, pleash <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--></b>