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 Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 2:28 pm
Tapping my helm once again, I crank up the volume on my music, making sure that I kept my outward sound recorder cranked up as well, as well as keeping an eye on my motion detector. With an unseen grin, I take point, keeping my rifle at the ready.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 4:12 pm
The team continued down the hallway. "Wow, this place goes on forever." Mike muttered under his breath.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 4:28 pm
"Looks that way sir."
He says over his mic, the music blasting for a short period as he speaks, then stops wen he does.
He holds up two fingers, signalling for halt, then points to where his eyes would be, then hold up five fingers, twice. (I see ten foes.)
((I switch from first to third person naration sometimes.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 4:36 pm
((I know.))
Brennan held the quiet sign up and had them get into stealth position. They hid along the walls and inbetween groves. He gave them the signals.
Strike,
Stealth,
Knives.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 4:40 pm
With another tap of my helm, I tone down the music, and slip out my extra long combat knife, holding it so that the blade is resting against my forarm, the edge outwards. With a couple of steps, I walk into the room, seeing six grunts, two elite, and two hunters.
Upon seeing the hunters, I take a few steps backwards, pressing my back against the wall inside the corridor.
"Time to leave."
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 4:41 pm
Brennan saw his reaction.
You,
See,
What.
((Radio Scilence. Remember....))
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 4:47 pm
((I know. He was talking to himself.))
All he could do was make out the symbols of the hunters and even that was shaky.
"Way too many freaking aliens around here."
Then with a breath, he calms himself down, making the other gestures as well.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 4:51 pm
Mike nods. I didn't think there would be Hunters... He thought to himself. ANd since Coyne was below decks, he couldn't do anything. He then had a plan... He signaled Ashford to give him a lift as he took a canister of Explosive adhesive and made a square in the seiling. Then, he took a lighter from his pocket and lit it, shealding his facte from the sparks.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 4:55 pm
Keeping an electronic eye out for the hunters, I watch the sparks go around the ceiling, cutting a rough square out of the purple metal.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 4:56 pm
((Electronic eye?))
The sheet of metal finally came down. Mike caught it before it hit the ground and set it down carefully. Then, hoisted himself up into some kind of shaft and helped his team up.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:02 pm
((Fiber Optics.))
Walking slowly over to the hole so as to not make noise, he gets down on one knee, and offers a boost.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:04 pm
((Ah...))
Everyone is up Exept the new guy. Mike had to admit, the kid had guts. He reached down and pulled him up the hole. "Ok, that way." he said and signaled forward.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:11 pm
I get haulled upwards, and deploy my weapon again, quickly vacating the area and taking point.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 2:03 pm
The ground rumbled under Mike as the Ship started up again. "s**t. Looks like the captain might need some help. Well we either have 2 desisions, One, we could book it back to the Pelican and get the hell out of here, or two, we take the bridge, open a link to the Armengald's central computer, and have its AI come in and help us from there. So what is it boys?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 3:11 pm
"Pray for war."
Was all that I said, as I rack the chamber on my rifle, couching the weapon once more in my arm. One of the other team members looked at me and elaborated.
"What I think he said was, we should not retreat, rather we should press the attack."
A single nod confirmed his suspissions.
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