<span style='color:red'><i>*Realizes the commander has turned a deaf ear on him and decides to improvise* *Kneels down and unlaces one of his boots, and ties the string tightly around the top of the stub, substantially cutting off the blood flow* "Commander! We need a medpack down here, a couple of them actually, fast! We've got a man missing a f*cking arm in here!" *Stands ready to fend off any more attacks while the TF is being built.*</span></i>
<b>I think xect is rather busy atm. Or something <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--></b> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*Shouts over the TF building* "Where's that welder!? That wound should be cauterised before the Kharaa bacteria get into his blood! The medpacks will fix it up afterwards!" *Switches radio to emergency channel* "Darnit commander, we need medpacks NOW! We have multiple casualties!"</span></span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>*grabs welder from ed and runs around, sealing the wounds</span></span></span>
*I take shades pistol in my left hand, holster my dealge. I go and pick up some ammo, place the standard pistol in my belt, reload my deagle, then draw both and start double fisting <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->*
"Come on you mother *******, I got a little present for you. I got your back shade, just get that thing up as soon as posible. I doubt well have this much peace fo a long time. Comm, be ready to drop turrets AS SOON as this thing is done. If anyone needs an extra CZ or ammo for it i got one slung over my back that i dont seem to be using right now."
*I drop my CZ on the ground near me and start looking around for targets to shoot at while never getting far from shade and the unbuilt TF.*</span>
Oh my god...coffee is the best when your sleepy and you just woke up. <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--> Me and my huge sized mug aaaahhh. all done. </b>
<span style='font-family:Geneva'><span style='font-size:11pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:green'> *Cataphract jogs over and picks up a couple medpacks. He runs back and hands them to Karma.* "Here ya go buddy, make 'em count. Our res count is real low." </span></span></span>
<b><span style='color:yellow'>"Yeah I'm alright. Thanks boogle~ Yeah but I don't have a weapon. Can someone toss me something?" *Takes out knife* " "well, if you call this sh*t a weapon.."</span></b>
<b> Penguin, I gave you my pistol a while back, right after you asked for a weapon the first time</b>
<span style='color:red'><i>*watches as Quaunaut's wound is cauterized* "Damn good thing he's unconscious..." *retrieves a medpack and administers it* "That'll do some good for ya"</span></i>
<b> Would a nano-medpack reconstruct his whole arm?? </b>
<span style='color:blue'> *sees aliens drag him away out of my sight* "NO! SILENT!" *tries to run after, but trips* *faces goes into hopelessness* "Come on Silent, you're still alive...you've gotta be..." *sits down and leans against a wall* *eyes water...* "F*cking Kharaa...f*cking starship...f*cking job..." *sniffles and wipes eyes with sleeve* </span>
<b>Oh ok sorry</b> <span style='color:yellow'> <b>*feels a bulge in armour* "Hmm? Whats this?" *Takes out the pistol Tiber gave awhile back* "Muahahaha die aliens!!" *Starts firing wildly everywhere* *reloads, repeats*</span></b>
<span style='font-family:Geneva'><span style='font-size:11pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:green'> *Cataphract ducks widly as bullets ricochet in all directions* "Jesus CHRIST!" *he runs over, keeping low, and tackles penguin* "What the **** is wrong with you!? Do you see any aliens around here!? Jesus, get a hold of yourself!" </span></span></span>
<i>Commander: "No, I have no idea where silent is. It's not like I'm hovering above it all where I can see all of you. Erhm, well, it is, but I still have no idea where silent went."</i>
<span style='color:blue'> *hears gunshots all around me* *hears screaming* *despair turns to hate* "YOU MIGHT HAVE KILLED SILENT, BUT I'LL F*CKING KILL ALL OF YOU! FOR HIM AND HIS WIFE! ARHHHHHH!" *blasts away into the onslaught of the skulks* *empties out out weapons* "DIE MOTHER-****!" *takes out pipe, starts beating skulks with it, cracking their ribs and spines* "AYIEEE!" *gets tackled down* *keep skulk away from my head with the pole* *punches skulk to the side, then slams pole into its head* *continues beating skulks, ignoring pain from impaled shoulder* </span>
<i>The fade, or what's left of it after the insane amounts of lead it was hit by, drops to the ground.<u> A tiny, though horrifying, scream is heard from a vent above you.</u> A second later, aliens all around you scream in reply, and a lerk dives out of the vent. Then the whole group of aliens attack from all sides.</i> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> <b>i assumed there was a vent switch, sir </b> <span style='color:white'> *gives up welder, and heads towards the Turret factory * " ..heh, a first, im completely out of ammo... " *looks at ammopack* "..great, a preprogrammed transformation matrix, cant atapt it to Wynona..., looks like im gonna habve to wait..." *works on TF*</span>
<b><span style='color:yellow'> "hey, crab take this" *Throws his issued pistol to crab* "it may not be anything like that Wynona of youres but atleast we can get ammo for the damned things plus to be without a weapon in this place is fricking suicide" *kicks the wall and mutters a few words about silent * "cmon, commander is there no way possible to find silent, i mean he has just got to be alive" *leans heavily against the wall and looks around for any more aliens* </b></span>
<span style='color:yellow'>"W.. Where am i?" *Looks around* "WTH? I must be in the communications center!" "[Into Microphone]Hello? Can anyone hear me? Hello?!?[/Into Microphone]" *No answer* "I gotta get into contact with the group!"</span>
<i>Commander: "Sorry, he just went dead. He might be out there somewhere, but his armor stopped transmitting. I can't see crap without those transmissions. I'm afraid he's gonna have to be on his own if he doesnt get to you. Not the best odds we can give him, but we have a hive to bust before theres time for seach'n rescue missions... Hey, wait a moment, somethings coming in. Can't quite make it out, but it's coming from the nearest communications center. The signals are getting clearer, I should be able to get him to you. If he lives long enough for that"</i>
<span style='color:blue'> "Commander, requesting permission to rendevous with him by myself on foot at that communcations center." *grips CZU in anticipation* *shoulder starts to sting* "Hey, could somebody weld me? I don't want to get eaten en route..." *waits in strong anticipation for welding and a reply* </span>
<span style='color:red'>*Fires aimed shots from my revolver, never wasting more than it takes to kill a skulk* *Belt knife is ready in left hand to slash anything that gets close enouph* *watches ammo suply dwindle* *takes omni-ammo pack from comm, deactivates standard protocalls and sets in revolver shell stats* </span>
<b>sorry i was gone without tellen yall, had a run in with a nazi</b>
<span style='color:white'> *catches pistol* "thanks" *twirls around on finger, then in a fluid morion, pumps 4 rounds into a skulk's general direction* "Good balance" *picks up ammo* "Nearest com center is in H-024, I'll take point" *draws a MagLite from his pocket and some Duct tape, with a few quick turns of the tape, the mini-maglite is securely fastened to the pistol*</span>
<span style='color:red'>*Looks at the aparently unending stream of four-legged teath* *Shrugs* *puts up knife* *pulls out cigar from case* *Pulls out lighter and lights cigar* *returns case to pouch* *Pull back out knife* *continues fireing with revolver*</span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*A distinctive buzz is heard as the turret factory completes construction and goes active.* "Commander, the TF is up. We moving to the comm center or do you want a couple turrets here first?" *to TiberRaptor* "How's Quaz looking? I don't think a nano-medpack will have much luck at reconstructing his arm, but our ship's med lab should be able to. At least the nanos and the cautery will keep the stump clean. Its not pleasant, but if we can keep him alive, it's better than nothing." *turns to the civilian, looks at the unconventional weapon slung over his shoulder* "That's one helluva gun, mate. Wish they'd give us grunts firepower like that puppy." </span></span>
<span style='color:red'><i>"Well, he'll certainly survive that wound, although any other could have been fatal. And he won't be able to train a gun like he used to..." *Goes to work taking the makeshift turniket off, and retying his boot.* "Commander, we may have to split up in groups to make this more efficient... even though the idea is not particularly appealing to me." *Glances at the squad, getting increasingly larger and larger.* "Hmm, I guess we can handle it."</span></i>
<span style='color:white'> *looks over at nightshade* "... trust me, you do not want regular grunts to have this gun..." *coughs* "Splitting up may be a good idea.." *coughs again* "I'll head with the rescur team"</span>
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*Kneels down and unlaces one of his boots, and ties the string tightly around the top of the stub, substantially cutting off the blood flow*
"Commander! We need a medpack down here, a couple of them actually, fast! We've got a man missing a f*cking arm in here!"
*Stands ready to fend off any more attacks while the TF is being built.*</span></i>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*Shouts over the TF building*
"Where's that welder!? That wound should be cauterised before the Kharaa bacteria get into his blood! The medpacks will fix it up afterwards!"
*Switches radio to emergency channel*
"Darnit commander, we need medpacks NOW! We have multiple casualties!"</span></span>
*I take shades pistol in my left hand, holster my dealge. I go and pick up some ammo, place the standard pistol in my belt, reload my deagle, then draw both and start double fisting <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->*
"Come on you mother *******, I got a little present for you. I got your back shade, just get that thing up as soon as posible. I doubt well have this much peace fo a long time. Comm, be ready to drop turrets AS SOON as this thing is done. If anyone needs an extra CZ or ammo for it i got one slung over my back that i dont seem to be using right now."
*I drop my CZ on the ground near me and start looking around for targets to shoot at while never getting far from shade and the unbuilt TF.*</span>
Oh my god...coffee is the best when your sleepy and you just woke up. <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--> Me and my huge sized mug aaaahhh. all done. </b>
*Cataphract jogs over and picks up a couple medpacks. He runs back and hands them to Karma.*
"Here ya go buddy, make 'em count. Our res count is real low."
</span></span></span>
*Takes out knife* "
"well, if you call this sh*t a weapon.."</span></b>
"By the gods!!" <!--emo&:angry:--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/mad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='mad.gif'><!--endemo--> </span></b>
<span style='color:red'><i>*watches as Quaunaut's wound is cauterized*
"Damn good thing he's unconscious..."
*retrieves a medpack and administers it*
"That'll do some good for ya"</span></i>
<b> Would a nano-medpack reconstruct his whole arm?? </b>
*sees aliens drag him away out of my sight*
"NO! SILENT!"
*tries to run after, but trips*
*faces goes into hopelessness*
"Come on Silent, you're still alive...you've gotta be..."
*sits down and leans against a wall*
*eyes water...*
"F*cking Kharaa...f*cking starship...f*cking job..."
*sniffles and wipes eyes with sleeve*
</span>
<span style='color:yellow'>
<b>*feels a bulge in armour*
"Hmm? Whats this?"
*Takes out the pistol Tiber gave awhile back*
"Muahahaha die aliens!!"
*Starts firing wildly everywhere*
*reloads, repeats*</span></b>
*Cataphract ducks widly as bullets ricochet in all directions*
"Jesus CHRIST!"
*he runs over, keeping low, and tackles penguin*
"What the **** is wrong with you!? Do you see any aliens around here!? Jesus, get a hold of yourself!"
</span></span></span>
*hears gunshots all around me*
*hears screaming*
*despair turns to hate*
"YOU MIGHT HAVE KILLED SILENT, BUT I'LL F*CKING KILL ALL OF YOU! FOR HIM AND HIS WIFE! ARHHHHHH!"
*blasts away into the onslaught of the skulks*
*empties out out weapons*
"DIE MOTHER-****!"
*takes out pipe, starts beating skulks with it, cracking their ribs and spines*
"AYIEEE!"
*gets tackled down*
*keep skulk away from my head with the pole*
*punches skulk to the side, then slams pole into its head*
*continues beating skulks, ignoring pain from impaled shoulder*
</span>
<i>The fade, or what's left of it after the insane amounts of lead it was hit by, drops to the ground.<u> A tiny, though horrifying, scream is heard from a vent above you.</u> A second later, aliens all around you scream in reply, and a lerk dives out of the vent. Then the whole group of aliens attack from all sides.</i> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
<b>i assumed there was a vent switch, sir </b>
<span style='color:white'> *gives up welder, and heads towards the Turret factory *
" ..heh, a first, im completely out of ammo... "
*looks at ammopack*
"..great, a preprogrammed transformation matrix, cant atapt it to Wynona..., looks like im gonna habve to wait..."
*works on TF*</span>
"hey, crab take this"
*Throws his issued pistol to crab*
"it may not be anything like that Wynona of youres but atleast we can get ammo for the damned things plus to be without a weapon in this place is fricking suicide"
*kicks the wall and mutters a few words about silent *
"cmon, commander is there no way possible to find silent, i mean he has just got to be alive"
*leans heavily against the wall and looks around for any more aliens*
</b></span>
<span style='color:yellow'>"W.. Where am i?"
*Looks around*
"WTH? I must be in the communications center!"
"[Into Microphone]Hello? Can anyone hear me? Hello?!?[/Into Microphone]"
*No answer*
"I gotta get into contact with the group!"</span>
"Commander, requesting permission to rendevous with him by myself on foot at that communcations center."
*grips CZU in anticipation*
*shoulder starts to sting*
"Hey, could somebody weld me? I don't want to get eaten en route..."
*waits in strong anticipation for welding and a reply*
</span>
*Belt knife is ready in left hand to slash anything that gets close enouph*
*watches ammo suply dwindle*
*takes omni-ammo pack from comm, deactivates standard protocalls and sets in revolver shell stats*
</span>
<b>sorry i was gone without tellen yall, had a run in with a nazi</b>
"Before its too late......."</span></b>
"thanks"
*twirls around on finger, then in a fluid morion, pumps 4 rounds into a skulk's general direction*
"Good balance"
*picks up ammo*
"Nearest com center is in H-024, I'll take point"
*draws a MagLite from his pocket and some Duct tape, with a few quick turns of the tape, the mini-maglite is securely fastened to the pistol*</span>
*Shrugs*
*puts up knife*
*pulls out cigar from case*
*Pulls out lighter and lights cigar*
*returns case to pouch*
*Pull back out knife*
*continues fireing with revolver*</span>
"Commander, the TF is up. We moving to the comm center or do you want a couple turrets here first?"
*to TiberRaptor* "How's Quaz looking? I don't think a nano-medpack will have much luck at reconstructing his arm, but our ship's med lab should be able to. At least the nanos and the cautery will keep the stump clean. Its not pleasant, but if we can keep him alive, it's better than nothing."
*turns to the civilian, looks at the unconventional weapon slung over his shoulder*
"That's one helluva gun, mate. Wish they'd give us grunts firepower like that puppy."
</span></span>
*Goes to work taking the makeshift turniket off, and retying his boot.*
"Commander, we may have to split up in groups to make this more efficient... even though the idea is not particularly appealing to me."
*Glances at the squad, getting increasingly larger and larger.*
"Hmm, I guess we can handle it."</span></i>
"... trust me, you do not want regular grunts to have this gun..."
*coughs*
"Splitting up may be a good idea.."
*coughs again*
"I'll head with the rescur team"</span>