Michael "Sarge" O'Shay<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69278.msg3315806#msg3315806">Quote from: Shihong on 18-07-2010, 21:33:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Corporal John Morden</strong><br/><br/>He turned his attention toward Rome and Widow.  "I don't care if you two fuck like rabbits when we get home, but right now get your heads back in the game.  " A brief distraction was good for relieving some stress, but part of his job was that it remained brief.  He didn't want more 'dragons' coming in while those two were doing their particular form of flirting.  <br/><br/><strong>"Interesting,"</strong> Reaper let slip, pulling his helmet off and holding it against his abdomen before placing it against the nearest table.  Feeling the smooth, round surface.  He wondered, briefly, if the creatures laid eggs.  <strong>"These <em>dragons.</em>  Such murderous things.  No bodies left.  Mentioned, bones bent <em>outwards</em>.  Spider-like creatures attached to the face.  Haven't seen those yet.  Different part of the life cycle?"</strong><br/><br/>His voice came out in quick bursts, dry and analytical.  He leaned against the table, lost in thought yet staring darkly ahead as always.  <strong>"Bursting, from the inside.  Seems so old hat.  Alien impregnation?  Using us like wombs.  Developing.  I wonder if they used the <em>dogs</em> too."</strong><br/><br/>Reaper's head snapped up as he addressed the rest of Kilo.  <strong>"Something Rosco mentioned.  A <em>big</em> one.  Perhaps, a leader?  A queen.  They act like bugs, don't they.  Swarming forward, no care for their own safety.  All for the good of the hive.  Giant, intelligent ants."</strong><br/><br/>Then, almost as an aside: <strong>"Remarkable..."</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Reaper was being creepy as usual, but he was bringing up some pretty good points.  "We'll see about that.  If there are bigger ones down here, the threat may be bigger than we thought.  In the meantime, tend to your wounds.  The rest of you start splitting shifts."<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69278.msg3321501#msg3321501">Quote from: Aiden on 19-07-2010, 21:19:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tiberius "Caesar" Mengsk <br/><br/><strong>"What's on your mind Sarge?" </strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The Sgt. motioned the Lt. towards a corner so that they would be able to talk in private.  "Sir, I think the log has established what's happened here.  I think we can declare 'mission accomplished' and head back," he then paused.  O'Shay was not a man who scared easy, but this wasn't just about his own fear.  He had a responsibility to keep the squad alive.  There had already been 4 close calls, 1 of which had been himself.  His 'bad feeling' had kept him alive this long and it had still not subsided after all this time.  "Sir, it's my recommendation that we secure what data we can and get off this rock ASAP.  You saw the mayor's log.  They took out these colonists as efficiently as commandos.   These things are smart and fast and they outnumber us many times over.  As the Squad NCO, I recommend we call for evac..." he paused for a long moment..."...then nuke this place from orbit.  It's the only way to be sure.  I think we've lucked out so far that no one's died...but I don't want to push it farther than we have.  My gut instincts have kept us alive for a long time and they're saying we need to go now.  This isn't worth more lives, either civilian or Marine.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69278.msg3321803#msg3321803">Quote from: Urbanzorro on 19-07-2010, 22:06:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The faint ping of a reading could be heard from all the squad's active motion trackers. Just a single ping, then silence, followed a few seconds later by another soft ping. Trace signs of movement, something was approaching but doing so slowly, and deliberately so as to throw off the sensors. The pings continued ever few seconds another going off, who ever was doing this knew enough to hold still for several seconds after each movement so that the trackers wouldn't be able to pick up on them. <br/><br/>The pings steadily got louder and louder, it was coming closer, Ping, Ping Ping, still there was silence, not even the smallest sound of something approaching, the seconds ticked bye as the motion trackers continued to ping PING PING PING!!! <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Sarge was about to say more but was interrupted by the ping.  He walked back out into the center of the room.  He motioned everyone to ready weapons.  He unshouldered his pulse rifle and began to follow the signal as best he could.  It was coming from very close by.  The vent? Under the floor? It was faint and relatively slow though.  There was also only one.  That was unusual based on the creatures' previous behavior.  He remained tensed and ready for action.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69278.msg3321803#msg3321803">Quote from: Urbanzorro on 19-07-2010, 22:06:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Until finally a woman's voice could be heard from inside the air vent that Mengsk had just left "anyone up there wanna give a woman a hand?" the voice was accompanied by a hand rising out from the vent. The hand was covered in a black body suit that rapidly changed color from dark black to the soft Grey of the town hall's walls. "Don't they teach gentlemen classes in the Corps?" the voice asked "It's not nice to keep a lady waiting" </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He remained tensed up.  The hand SEEMED human.  But where the hell did she get such a high grade camouflage suit? Was this whoever killed the creature that had fallen out of the ventilation duct downstairs? Was this a corporate spy? Or perhaps one lucky civilian who had escaped the whole mess? Had there been more survivors?<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69278.msg3322068#msg3322068">Quote from: Shihong on 19-07-2010, 22:38:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Corporal John Morden</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I'll keep a lady waiting until she identifies herself, Ma'am,"</strong> he said bluntly, looking over to Sarge for orders.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Reaper's statement had shook him out of his brief inner monologue.  He was looking to him for orders.  I motioned for him to follow and keep his weapon trained on the duct.  I shouldered my Pulse Rifle and instead drew my Magnum.  I was hoping that chivalry wasn't going to get me killed.  Then again, a smart commando wouldn't have revealed herself like that.  "Okay, ma'am," he said and nodded to Reaper to be ready in case something kicked off.  He held his pistol down while extending his free left hand to grasp the unknown female's hand.  "Let's help you out of there..." and he pulled up...