Post by zerodash0 on Mar 10, 2010 20:11:58 GMT -5
"Come on missie!" Steyr Mossberg shouted, kicking the sliding door to Samantha's room clean off it's tracks. "No time to be doin' yer hair, you gotta get off this boat!" Not wasting any time, get grabbed her by the arm, shoved a sidearm into her hands and dragged her out the doorway.
The scene outside her room was utter chaos, gunfire everywhere, in the distance frightening blue-eyed forms darted about, killing with disturbing precision. Mossberg pulled her along, ignoring the bullets whizzing past, and firing his SCAR with one hand and surprising accuracy.
"This is Mossberg, I got the last pilot secured, is that damned hangar clear yet!?" Steyr yelled into his radio, reloading his gun while Samantha fired from behind the cover his massive physique provided. Scarcely decipherable shouting confirmed that the hangar was indeed cleared of debris. "Roger that! Be there in five!" Mossberg shouted, sliding a round into the chamber of his gun with a harsh jerk, and motioning Samantha to follow him into the melee.
By the time they reached the hangar, they were running backwards firing at the blue eyed martians that dashed around the halls faster than they could aim.
"I'm out!" Samantha yelled, Steyr responded by tossing her his SCAR and slinging the FN MINIMI around from his back, letting loose a barrage of bullets on the combined force of mercs and Free Men. "I've got you covered, get going!" He ordered, tossing a flashbang into the enemy-filled corridor and flooding it with suppressing fire.
As the Light Armor GM thundered out of the hangar, Steyr radioed to the captain. "Sir, all pilots are away, moving to defend the Bridge! Sir?" He got no response, "Oh hell, don't tell me they caught us nappin..." He thought aloud, throwing a flashbang, smoke, and frag in quick succession as he leaped over his cover and dashed for the corridor leading to the bridge.
He knew he was too late before he even made it to the barricade the 501st had set up, enemy presence just kept getting thicker, and his ammo was dwindling fast. "Sarge? Chaos? Magnum? Shit... Huck!? Huck if you're hiding in a trash can with a spork, now's a damn good time to hop out and kill some... who the hell are these bastards anyway!?"
The scene outside her room was utter chaos, gunfire everywhere, in the distance frightening blue-eyed forms darted about, killing with disturbing precision. Mossberg pulled her along, ignoring the bullets whizzing past, and firing his SCAR with one hand and surprising accuracy.
"This is Mossberg, I got the last pilot secured, is that damned hangar clear yet!?" Steyr yelled into his radio, reloading his gun while Samantha fired from behind the cover his massive physique provided. Scarcely decipherable shouting confirmed that the hangar was indeed cleared of debris. "Roger that! Be there in five!" Mossberg shouted, sliding a round into the chamber of his gun with a harsh jerk, and motioning Samantha to follow him into the melee.
By the time they reached the hangar, they were running backwards firing at the blue eyed martians that dashed around the halls faster than they could aim.
"I'm out!" Samantha yelled, Steyr responded by tossing her his SCAR and slinging the FN MINIMI around from his back, letting loose a barrage of bullets on the combined force of mercs and Free Men. "I've got you covered, get going!" He ordered, tossing a flashbang into the enemy-filled corridor and flooding it with suppressing fire.
As the Light Armor GM thundered out of the hangar, Steyr radioed to the captain. "Sir, all pilots are away, moving to defend the Bridge! Sir?" He got no response, "Oh hell, don't tell me they caught us nappin..." He thought aloud, throwing a flashbang, smoke, and frag in quick succession as he leaped over his cover and dashed for the corridor leading to the bridge.
He knew he was too late before he even made it to the barricade the 501st had set up, enemy presence just kept getting thicker, and his ammo was dwindling fast. "Sarge? Chaos? Magnum? Shit... Huck!? Huck if you're hiding in a trash can with a spork, now's a damn good time to hop out and kill some... who the hell are these bastards anyway!?"