<!--QuoteBegin--343_guilty_spark+Nov 27 2003, 03:30 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (343_guilty_spark @ Nov 27 2003, 03:30 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <b><span style='color:purple'> "then you must destory the back up files, a few grenade or rockets will do,"</span></b> <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> <span style='color:red'>"Just leave that too me 343. Hey who you calling preschooler?" *Waves another rocket at Boggle.* "But can we get some sleep first? I get real grouchy when I'm tierd," *Scowls at Dazza.* *Sees Twig enter and points a pistol at him.* "You wouldn't like me when I'm <i>grouchy</i>." "Twig eh? How the hell you get aboard?" "Anyway its good to have another soldier." *Lowers pistol.* "You say theres other ships on the way? Tell us more, we need all the help we can get. It's crazy round here. Mecha mutalators and horrible Hybrid things. We've already taken a casualty. I would write home to his parents if I knew who they were. You remeber your parents Twig?"</span>
<!--QuoteBegin--Epoch666+Nov 27 2003, 08:20 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Epoch666 @ Nov 27 2003, 08:20 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> "You wouldn't like me when I'm <i>grouchy</i>." <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> <span style='color:gray'>"Yeah, you might get big and green and mean with a monsylabilic vocabulary..." *I find a place to sleep, as I go I say "OK, who got B&B to design our computers..."</span>
<span style='color:green'> "I'll stay out guard, you guys sleep but if you hear me yelling i want your a*s here before i even finish yelling!" *Draws the raper*</span>
<span style='color:red'>"Ok Dazz you take watch don't blow anything up acidentaly though." "/Whispers to Daz; And keep an eye on the new comers, I trust them less then I trust you." *Walks into aship and finds me rocket launcher under a crate.* "/To rocket launcher; Did you miss me?" *Sits on the crate and puts my feet up and gets some shut eye.* "/Mutters; It's been a long hard day." *Slowly begins to nod off.*</span>
<!--QuoteBegin--Epoch666+Nov 27 2003, 10:20 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Epoch666 @ Nov 27 2003, 10:20 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> [b]<span style='color:purple'> "You say theres other ships on the way? Tell us more, we need all the help we can get. It's crazy round here. Mecha mutalators and horrible Hybrid things. We've already taken a casualty. I would write home to his parents if I knew who they were. You remeber your parents Twig?"</span> <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> [COLOR=green][B][FONT=Courier] "sorry....dont remember much more...must`ve hit something hard..got a terrible headache and this huge bump on my head" *scratches head*
"and cant say i remember my parents either...and not feeling kinda tired, so i could help out with the guarding"
<i>You all get a good sleep, you wake up to find a nice meal ready for you to eat, a soldier comes up to Twiggy and gives him a message.</i>
<span style='color:gray'><b>"Sir the ship is still enroute, we still haven't made any contact withit, it seems comunnication is broken on the ship but should be here in two hours, also men are reporting of a unkown creature lurking this level, we lost five men, reports says it can just appear from no where, it fills your head with nightmares before drowning you somehow, the bodies we discovered seem to have drowned and rotten away, we are reducing the premiter size to make sure it can't get past."</b></span>
<span style='color:gray'>Deadpan I say, "What next? We get attacked by an amorph? Or Bun Bun? Or the <i>KITTENS</i>?" In a more panicked tone "Quick! Someone check for milk!" *I allow my self to grin a little.*</span>
The amorph is from <a href='http://www.schlockmercenary.com/' target='_blank'>Schlock Mercenary</a>, Bun Bun and the <i>kittens</i> are from <a href='http://www.sluggy.com' target='_blank'>Sluggy Freelance</a>
<span style='color:green'>"Where's the coffee!! I NEED COFFEE I STAYED UP ALL FU*KING NIGHT!! THERE WILL BE SOME BUTT KICKING IF I DON'T GET MY COFFEE!!"</span>
<span style='color:red'>*Wakes up and straightens up.* "Man, I think that was the best nights sleep I've had in a while. Sleeped like a log." *I rub the sleep from eyes. Then check my weapons and ammo. /My baby is still there <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--> * *Listerns to the others talking.* *Looks at Twigy's soldiers* "This your retinue or something? Where'd they come from?" *Stands up and slings a rocket launcher over my back, wraps the flamer's straps around my shouder, tucks a pistol into a ankel strap and slots a knife into my belt.* "More Draug? I'm geared up. Lets go!" *Turns to walk out the ship then stops and turns around.* "Where we heading anyway?"</span>
<span style='color:green'>*Drinks the coffee* "Thats better" *walks into the ship* "Now where is my gear" *Grabs a box and opens it. Puts his armour on, grabs the raper and slings it on his back, pumps the shotgun and slings it under his arm, pulls out the handgun and loads it and puts it in its holster. Grabs the knife throw's it round for a second and throws it in its holster on his upper arm* "I'm geared up and ready to go."</span>
<span style='color:gray'>*I charge over to the wounded marine* "Someone call for a medic?" *I use a medpak on the injured marine* "I think I'm running a bit low on medpaks" I mutter to myself</span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:red'> *Sits down and looks at Bob* "You're gonna be fine Bob..." *I stand up and looks around* "Ok, can someone tell me what the fu*k is going on? I woke up and my friend here was I bloddy mess, and I don't remmebr a sh*it......" *Sits down again and tries to calm down, thinking of what could have happened.*</span></span>
<span style='color:green'>"Holy sh*t" *sprints over the the wounded marine* "Now thats a cut. Don't worry boy i will sew you up" *Pulls out field surgery kit* "Can't give you drugs, it will make your heart slow down too much" *Starts sewing the mairne with stiches*</span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:red'>*Looks at Daza* "Will he make it?" *I stand up and walks over the Bob and the medics*</span></span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:red'>"My name is Shawn, but everyone call me Sledgehammer, and this fellow here, he's name is Bob, and he's my best friend. We come from a Research Facility on the nearby planet, but it got attacked by kharaa so we went here. And when we got here, Bob must've been attacked by something, and I was knocked out. The rest of my squad are gone, so it's only me, Bob and my trusty HMG left.
*I stand up and check my HMG clips and then turns towards the marines*
"So, what are you guys up to? Since my squad is gone I have no other choice but helping you out."
*Suddenly, I notice that I'm bleeding from my leg, blood is dripping on the floor*
"Anyone got a bandage or something?"</span></span>
"Guys if you remember these marines still have a ship on orbit it seems to be landing in the docking bay in about twenty to thirty minutes, though we should set up turrets just incase something bad is going to happen in the hanger."</b></span>
<span style='color:gray'>"Sure, let me bandage that..." *I go over, my armour criss-crossed with fine nicks and blackened in places. Dried on red-brown stains are on the arms. Small cuts mark my face, the result of explosions too close by. A dirty bandage is tied around my hand and another, this one bloodstained around my arm. A non-standard weapon is slung over my shoulder, a RAPTOR assault rifle. A medikit hangs at my waist, its cover charred and blackened. Most of all, you would notice the smell. Its the result of at least 2 days worth of sweat; fear, worry and physical exertation all contribute. Competeing is the pungent smell of powdersmoke, napalm and high explosive. The smells of war.* "Oh, and welcome to Hell, population us 344 the insane AI and a load of draug. We hope you enjoy the stay, cos your here till we all can get out." *I see the blank look Sledgehammer gives me* "What? oh, right... 344's the AI which is supposed to be running the ship, 'cept it went insane and tried to kill us all. Umm I think I'm forgetting something... Oh, yeah... forgot to tell you the really bad news. The draug are shapeshifing monsters that need flamers to kill. Some idiots in the science group thought 'lets see what happens when we mess around with the Kharaa'. Damn stupid idiots..."</span>
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"then you must destory the back up files, a few grenade or rockets will do,"</span></b> <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<span style='color:red'>"Just leave that too me 343. Hey who you calling preschooler?"
*Waves another rocket at Boggle.*
"But can we get some sleep first? I get real grouchy when I'm tierd,"
*Scowls at Dazza.*
*Sees Twig enter and points a pistol at him.*
"You wouldn't like me when I'm <i>grouchy</i>."
"Twig eh? How the hell you get aboard?"
"Anyway its good to have another soldier."
*Lowers pistol.*
"You say theres other ships on the way? Tell us more, we need all the help we can get. It's crazy round here. Mecha mutalators and horrible Hybrid things. We've already taken a casualty. I would write home to his parents if I knew who they were. You remeber your parents Twig?"</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"Yeah, you might get big and green and mean with a monsylabilic vocabulary..."
*I find a place to sleep, as I go I say
"OK, who got B&B to design our computers..."</span>
"/Whispers to Daz; And keep an eye on the new comers, I trust them less then I trust you."
*Walks into aship and finds me rocket launcher under a crate.*
"/To rocket launcher; Did you miss me?"
*Sits on the crate and puts my feet up and gets some shut eye.*
"/Mutters; It's been a long hard day."
*Slowly begins to nod off.*</span>
"You say theres other ships on the way? Tell us more, we need all the help we can get. It's crazy round here. Mecha mutalators and horrible Hybrid things. We've already taken a casualty. I would write home to his parents if I knew who they were. You remeber your parents Twig?"</span> <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
[COLOR=green][B][FONT=Courier] "sorry....dont remember much more...must`ve hit something hard..got a terrible headache and this huge bump on my head"
*scratches head*
"and cant say i remember my parents either...and not feeling kinda tired, so i could help out with the guarding"
<span style='color:blue'>"right, if all the excitement is over, i'm gonna get back to my program."
*sits down in a corner and fires up PDA*</span>
<span style='color:gray'><b>"Sir the ship is still enroute, we still haven't made any contact withit, it seems comunnication is broken on the ship but should be here in two hours, also men are reporting of a unkown creature lurking this level, we lost five men, reports says it can just appear from no where, it fills your head with nightmares before drowning you somehow, the bodies we discovered seem to have drowned and rotten away, we are reducing the premiter size to make sure it can't get past."</b></span>
In a more panicked tone "Quick! Someone check for milk!"
*I allow my self to grin a little.*</span>
The amorph is from <a href='http://www.schlockmercenary.com/' target='_blank'>Schlock Mercenary</a>, Bun Bun and the <i>kittens</i> are from <a href='http://www.sluggy.com' target='_blank'>Sluggy Freelance</a>
*I rummage in my medkit*
"darnit, no tranks..."</span>
"Man, I think that was the best nights sleep I've had in a while. Sleeped like a log."
*I rub the sleep from eyes. Then check my weapons and ammo. /My baby is still there <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--> *
*Listerns to the others talking.*
*Looks at Twigy's soldiers*
"This your retinue or something? Where'd they come from?"
*Stands up and slings a rocket launcher over my back, wraps the flamer's straps around my shouder, tucks a pistol into a ankel strap and slots a knife into my belt.*
"More Draug? I'm geared up. Lets go!"
*Turns to walk out the ship then stops and turns around.*
"Where we heading anyway?"</span>
"Lets get this show on the road"
*checks and holsters pistol, heaves canisters on to back and lights the pilot flame on flame thrower*</span>
*Spots the groups of marines that are getting ready to move*
/Shouts towards the group; "Hey! I need help here! I need a medic!"
/Whispers to Bob: "Hang in there Bob, medic is on the way..."</span></span>
"Someone call for a medic?"
*I use a medpak on the injured marine*
"I think I'm running a bit low on medpaks" I mutter to myself</span>
*I stand up and looks around*
"Ok, can someone tell me what the fu*k is going on? I woke up and my friend here was I bloddy mess, and I don't remmebr a sh*it......"
*Sits down again and tries to calm down, thinking of what could have happened.*</span></span>
*I stand up and walks over the Bob and the medics*</span></span>
*I stand up and check my HMG clips and then turns towards the marines*
"So, what are you guys up to? Since my squad is gone I have no other choice but helping you out."
*Suddenly, I notice that I'm bleeding from my leg, blood is dripping on the floor*
"Anyone got a bandage or something?"</span></span>
"Guys if you remember these marines still have a ship on orbit it seems to be landing in the docking bay in about twenty to thirty minutes, though we should set up turrets just incase something bad is going to happen in the hanger."</b></span>
<i>A way point appears 70 meters due East</i>
*I go over, my armour criss-crossed with fine nicks and blackened in places. Dried on red-brown stains are on the arms. Small cuts mark my face, the result of explosions too close by. A dirty bandage is tied around my hand and another, this one bloodstained around my arm. A non-standard weapon is slung over my shoulder, a RAPTOR assault rifle. A medikit hangs at my waist, its cover charred and blackened. Most of all, you would notice the smell. Its the result of at least 2 days worth of sweat; fear, worry and physical exertation all contribute. Competeing is the pungent smell of powdersmoke, napalm and high explosive. The smells of war.*
"Oh, and welcome to Hell, population us 344 the insane AI and a load of draug. We hope you enjoy the stay, cos your here till we all can get out."
*I see the blank look Sledgehammer gives me*
"What? oh, right... 344's the AI which is supposed to be running the ship, 'cept it went insane and tried to kill us all. Umm I think I'm forgetting something...
Oh, yeah... forgot to tell you the really bad news. The draug are shapeshifing monsters that need flamers to kill. Some idiots in the science group thought 'lets see what happens when we mess around with the Kharaa'. Damn stupid idiots..."</span>
*turns on flashlight*
"I'll take point shall I?"
*walks off towards waypoint*</span>