<span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:Courier'> *Checks ammo, turns on flashlight and follows Boggle* "Wait, I'll go with you." *After a while, I start talking to Boggle again* "So Boggle, what's the plan? What are we gonna do?"</span></span>
<span style='color:gray'>*I tuck in behind Sledgehammer* "I guess we improvise. We're marines, not special forces... We don't always have time to plan."</span>
<!--QuoteBegin--Sledgehammer+Nov 30 2003, 02:31 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Sledgehammer @ Nov 30 2003, 02:31 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:red'>"Well let's kick some **** then and then get the hell ou tof here!"</span></span> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> <span style='color:red'>"Sounds like my kindda guy." *Falls in behind the others.* "Lets go!"</span>
<b><span style='color:purple'> "Guys it seems these Draugs have a built in cloaking gene, prehaps your thermal mode on your helmets could help spot them, also i'll try accessing the motion tracking system for your HUDS."</span></b>
hey, im back. just a note to the new guys.... cant you pull a color not taken? it took me a while to fuigure out who was who. theres still a whole lot of colors left <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo--> <span style='color:yellow'>*catches up with the others* "hijya. I'm dea, the resident girl scout. careful, now. i dont want to have to save your **** too many times here."</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"Feeling chirpy today, Dea?" *I make an arm gesture at the two newbies.* "The freshies are Sledgehammer and Bob. Sledge's the one with the injured leg." *I lean over to sledge and whisper "Dea's a sharpshooter and can persuade people well... She's got two main techniques as far as I see. One is using charm <span style='font-size:3pt;line-height:100%'>The other is threatening with lethal force...</span> Consider your self warned."*</span>
<span style='color:red'>*Hits my helmet with a clenched fist a couple of times and the thermal and motion traking kicks in.* *Looks around at a multitude of reds and oranges that is the others.* "Wohoo! Look at all the pretty colours!"</span>
I will go with green color form now on then <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
<span style='color:green'>*Turns my thermal and motion tracker and and whispers to Bill* "Then I'll be careful then....." *Then I notice something on the motion tracker* "Hey, I got movement! "</span>
Welcome back Deaincaelo hope you had fun, story so far, some marines from the planet have arrived and another ship from the planet is arrvining but its communication is down. Orange is free. Also only i can say if you have movement or not.
<i>The motion tracking activates though only reaches out in a 5 meter radius, the corridor is dark and somehow very damp with a sea salt smell been givin off. Waypoint= 55 meters</i>
<span style='color:orange'>*Holds my gun ready and while walking down the corridor* "Sigh...... Let's get this over with. Can you see anything on the motion tracker or thermal sensor guys?"</span>
<span style='color:yellow'>*hits the vision mode on my helmet* "lets fry some zerg!" *pulls akimbos, looks for a target* "I owe them for screwing with my head"</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"Smell that? Thats the smell of a draug about to get a serious arse kicking! Now where's the blighter?" *I walk along, scanning the walls in thermal mode* "Come out, come out, where-ever you are... Here comes marines, bearing gifts..."</span>
<span style='color:green'>*Pulls out a flare* "Lets get some view" *Throws the flare down the hall way* "Thats better" *turns on motion and thermial*</span>
<span style='color:red'>*Hits the helmet again a with my knuckels and turns of thermal vision and switches to motion tracking* "We've got hostiles!" *Pushes to the front next to Boggle and plays with the pilot flame on my flamer.* "Here kitty, kitty, kitty!"</span>
<span style='color:yellow'>"i'll hold the center." *plays with the filters on my visor, looking for one thatwont blind me when the flames go off*</span>
<!--QuoteBegin--Z.X. Bogglesteinsky+Dec 1 2003, 10:25 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Z.X. Bogglesteinsky @ Dec 1 2003, 10:25 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <span style='color:blue'>"Hey Epoch, you take left and i get right?"</span> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> <span style='color:red'>"Roger that!" *Moves to the left and begins scanning the corridors ahead.*</span>
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"Wait, I'll go with you."
*After a while, I start talking to Boggle again*
"So Boggle, what's the plan? What are we gonna do?"</span></span>
"I guess we improvise. We're marines, not special forces... We don't always have time to plan."</span>
<span style='color:red'>"Sounds like my kindda guy."
*Falls in behind the others.*
"Lets go!"</span>
"Guys it seems these Draugs have a built in cloaking gene, prehaps your thermal mode on your helmets could help spot them, also i'll try accessing the motion tracking system for your HUDS."</span></b>
<span style='color:yellow'>*catches up with the others*
"hijya. I'm dea, the resident girl scout. careful, now. i dont want to have to save your **** too many times here."</span>
*I make an arm gesture at the two newbies.*
"The freshies are Sledgehammer and Bob. Sledge's the one with the injured leg."
*I lean over to sledge and whisper "Dea's a sharpshooter and can persuade people well... She's got two main techniques as far as I see. One is using charm <span style='font-size:3pt;line-height:100%'>The other is threatening with lethal force...</span> Consider your self warned."*</span>
*Looks around at a multitude of reds and oranges that is the others.*
"Wohoo! Look at all the pretty colours!"</span>
<span style='color:green'>*Turns my thermal and motion tracker and and whispers to Bill*
"Then I'll be careful then....."
*Then I notice something on the motion tracker*
"Hey, I got movement! "</span>
Orange is free.
Also only i can say if you have movement or not.
<i>The motion tracking activates though only reaches out in a 5 meter radius, the corridor is dark and somehow very damp with a sea salt smell been givin off.
Waypoint= 55 meters</i>
*Travels towards the waypoint*
"Be careful now."
*Looks around*
"Is everyone with us?</span>
<span style='color:green'>"*sigh* I hate my job"</span>
<span style='color:red'>*Ignites the pilot flame on my flamer and starts walking towards the waypoint*</span>
*fires a burst of flame in to a dark corner*
"lets just do it this way"</span>
"Sigh...... Let's get this over with. Can you see anything on the motion tracker or thermal sensor guys?"</span>
"lets fry some zerg!"
*pulls akimbos, looks for a target*
"I owe them for screwing with my head"</span>
*I walk along, scanning the walls in thermal mode*
"Come out, come out, where-ever you are... Here comes marines, bearing gifts..."</span>
*flicks themal vision on and recognises the whine. Keeps one hand by the switch, ready to turn it off before firing the flamer*</span>
"We've got hostiles!"
*Pushes to the front next to Boggle and plays with the pilot flame on my flamer.*
"Here kitty, kitty, kitty!"</span>
*plays with the filters on my visor, looking for one thatwont blind me when the flames go off*</span>
<span style='color:red'>"Roger that!"
*Moves to the left and begins scanning the corridors ahead.*</span>
"ill take your six guys"
*turns on thermal goggles*</span></span></b>
<i>Distance remaining:42 meters
Still no signs of activity only puddles of water in the dark and the smell of salt.</i>