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PVT VITELLI posted by Nino 1.10.2000
Vitelli's fears seem to save him, in a way. His fear of death keeps
him alert for everything around him, almost like a sixth sense. He
runs toward Patwardhan, his gun still shoved against his shoulder and
ready to fire.
He moves toward the alien that's dragging her off, and fires at
it with a pair of quick bursts, both dead-on. The thing topples over
again, this time clearly dead. The decking around Patwardhan is
hissing, and her shoulder lamp smashes to pieces when she hits the
ground. Despite her confusion, she discovers her armored chestplate
is also sizzling, melting away, as if by acid.
Vitelli helps to drag Patwardhan to safety before continuing with the
mission at hand. He quickly regains his senses. He pops out his
current magazine and tosses it aside. He grabs another clip, slaps it
against his helmet, and slides it into place in his pulse rifle.
PFC PATWARDHAN posted by Max 1.10.2000
Aishwarya frantically tries to kick the alien corpse off of her,
though even in death it's attempting to strangle her. The sounds and
terrible smell of her burning armor forces her to move quickly. She
scoots back, too panicked to even stand and run. She clumsily reaches
with her good hand and her teeth to get the top off one of her
canteens. She empties it out over her burning wrist and armor,
washing away much of the excess.
But much of her forearm, and her armor, are scarred and deeply
burned. He bites her lip and fights tears of pain as the water stings
the open wounds.
Then she rips her medkit off her back, pulling out a small bottle of
neutralizing agent. it was meant for only superficial acid burns, and
there isn't much of it, but it'll have to do. She smudges a dollop of
the gel onto her wrist, and rubs it into the sporadically-burned
portions of her abdomen. Gunfire and explosions pop around her.
Dressing the wound will have to come later. Right now, she's just
concentrating on survival. Would you believe it? The acid-neutralizer actually works!
PFC BERLINER posted by Khan 1.14.2000
Berl sprays his pulse rifle toward an alien charging toward his
group, holding down the trigger until he's sure the thing is dead. He
oversteps his authority a little by yelling to Sergeant Moore, "Let's
retreat, sir!"
The APC driver's rifle-shots are well-placed, but have little
effect. The alien continues toward his group, consisting generally of
Morrison, Berliner, and Moore. Berliner tries to finish off the
alien, but finds his pulse chamber jammed.
He then goes for his under-mounted shotgun, blasting the nearest
alien. He screams, "I'm through with the fuckin' Marine Corps!"
He lets loose with a point-blank shot into the thing's chest,
knocking it back and finally killing it. He's managed to save himself
and two others, but only for a moment. A wall of black, skeletal
shapes seems to be moving toward them through the darkness. On their
elongated heads, their toothy faces grin sadistically as they advance.
SGT MOORE posted by Marton 10.14.2000
Sarge knows he's got to keep his troops together or they're all going
to end up like Brimstone. He takes command and gives everybody
assignments to secure their immediate objective: to rescue Booths and
get the hell out of there.
"Morrison, heavy weapons support now! McKenzie, Vitelli, grab Booths.
Patwardhan, Berliner, I need rifle fire!" He then himself empties his
magazine into the swarm, holding his ground and giving cover to his
troops as they move forward.
Moore manages to blast at least two of the things to bits before
his clip empties. He quickly reloads, but the aliens keep on coming.
Three of them drop directly into their small group from overhead.
Berliner is snatched up immediately.
PVT MCKENZIE posted by Jody 1.14.2000
McKenzie watches in amazement as Booths forcefully separates himself
from the clutches of an alien with a well-placed blast. "Fucking-a
right!" Mac says, putting a few rounds into the wounded nasty as he
runs over to his fellow smartgunner. Even over the smells over
gunpowder and the burning crates set off by Sarge's grenade, McKenzie
can smell the acid starting to work its way into Booths' foot.
Steadying his weapon with its support handle, he fires off a few
rounds, trying to keep the aliens at bay. "Where the fuck are Stone
and the LT, man?" he shouts.
PFC MORRISON posted by Eamon 1.14.2000
"Sarge!" Morrison screams. "Good to go! Permission to blow the fuck
out of this hellhole!" He hucks a wad of plastique far into the
seething mass of chitinous screeching things. "McKenzie! Booths! Take
cover!" He's not sure exactly what's going to happen here.
Before he can pop the remote detonator, something's got ahold of
him, carrying him over the floor. He calls out in anguish, cut off
from help. Wind rushes in his ears. Intense fear as the alien's
impossible strength jerks him into the air, lopes over the flooring
before latching onto a 4-meter-high crate and hoisting him up.
Morrison still has the detonator in his hand...
SGT MOORE posted by Marton 1.14.2000
"Jesus!" he curses. Sarge spins around and opens fire on the alien
directly behind him. He feels like they're closing in on all sides,
and is running out of options. "Vitelli, help me out!" he yells over
the report of his pulse rifle.
It takes several long blasts for Moore to finally put the
creature down. About this time, Moore notices Berliner and Morrison's
lamps swinging erratically through the air, as they're carried off
toward the crates lining the cargo bay. Moore quickly checks the area around him before heading off after
them, rifle at the ready.
PFC PATWARDHAN posted by Max 1.15.2000
Taking her shotgun in her left hand, Patwardhan grabs the sliding
pump and slams the rifle-butt into the floor. Hoping the impact will
slam the jammed shell into position, she braces the gun in the crook
of her right elbow.
The shotgun flashes, the chamber having been cleared. At this
range, the scattergun has little effect on the individuals, but the
entire wall of aliens retreats a step or two after the microexplosive
pellets smack against their hard carapaces.
She fires left-handed into the advancing throng, hoping to provide
some cover for Booths and McKenzie as they retreat. Between each
shot, Patwardhan has to slide her left hand off of the grip, and then
slam-pumps the next shell into the chamber by smacking the rifle
stock against the ground.
She manages two more shots like this. Because she doesn't have
clear line of fire at the aliens closest to Booths and McKenzie,
however, they're not much better off than they were before she began
firing.
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