<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69278.msg3341001#msg3341001">Quote from: Aiden on 23-07-2010, 04:29:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Tiberius "Caesar" Mengsk </strong><br/><br/>With a draw speed that would make a samurai jealous, I pressed the end of my shotgun into the alien's armpit where he held out his arm. Everyone knew the weakest part of the armor was always at the joints and areas that required the most movement.<br/><strong>"Rome, knife down. All of you... drop the weapons...if this fucking giant can't speak English, you better translate Jane."</strong><br/>I hissed my words at all of them, finally pulling the officer card out.<br/><strong>"Now Marine, that is a fucking order!" </strong><br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The big alien looked at the man who suddenly had a promitive slug thrower preseed up inder his arm and for a scond thought about removing the ooman's head with a quick backswipe, but thought better of it. If the ooman was killed there would have been one less warrior to fight the Kanide Amheda.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69278.msg3341131#msg3341131">Quote from: CmdrRenegade on 23-07-2010, 04:50:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Michael "Sarge" O'Shay<br/><br/>As the hunter alien decloaked, he instinctively pulled for his magnum and drew it on the alien.  At this range and with that armor, it was his best shot.  I got to meet not <br/><br/>"So our 'friend' makes his appearance...," he quipped.  "...do what the LT says, all of you." <br/><br/>He lowered his magnum and holstered it.  "Do you have a name?" he asked the Alien.  <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The hunter looked at the man that spoke and tilted its head as if in query. "Yes." It simply said. Its voice was rough and gutteral. When the ooman jane nodded, the wrist blades were retracted and the tri dot lasers disapeared as the shoulder plasma casters powered down and settled back into inactive position. Then slowly it stepped to the side away from the gun that was jammed into it and over next to the ooman woman jane.