<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=38316.msg1978288#msg1978288">Quote from: Azure on 18-06-2009, 21:00:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Ian looks at his very sad looking powersuit.  Huge sections of it are just gone.  Cables, servos, and sections of plate are exposed.  <br/><br/>"I gotta get out of this thing before I get fried by it."<br/><br/>Ian pulls off his armor and looks at his tattered fatigues.<br/><br/>"Well at least the wee buggers didn't get my boots. I am a mess. We are still marines here, right?  Where are you weapons and gear?  They stripped me clean of mine it looks like. Lieutenant?  Hellow?  Lieutenat?  Aren't you all right?"<br/><br/>Ian noticed something unworldly about the women's facial expressions.  It gave him a chill.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Indeed, Anna seemed a bit... off as she smiled at Ian, a little too interested in him, given the current situation.  "Our equipment's cut off, in one of the other rooms overrun by those pods.  Even if we could get to our equipment, I doubt that it would be useful, since those things used acid.  Just burned my armor right off my body."<br/><br/>Shivering a bit, Anna subconsciously bright a hand up and rubbed over her curves, closing her eyes before catching herself and letting her hand drop once more.