<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Thanks deathdoom, but that needle's not going to help much with a lump of radioactive shrapnel. Especially as I'm going to have to cut out the surrounding tissue in case there's any radioactives leached into it. Besides, the nanos in the medpack will take care of anything on the knife. Besides, who knows what's on that needle? Especially as it's been hiding under your armour all this time." *hands needle back to deathdoom* "You ready yet Ed?" *pulls out a small whetstone from a belt pouch and begins sharpening his knife* "I'll try and make this as quick and painless as possible, but its still gonna hurt like a [censored]. The medpack will deal with the wound once I'm done." *looks around at quizzical glances from some of the other marines* "I took basic field med, OK? I know what I'm doing. I think."</span></span>
<span style='color:gray'> *eyes start to dart around room* *starts to move head violently* *bursts out yelling* "Let's just go already! I don't want to be the main dish for some cujo rip-offs, thank-you-very-much!" *realizes that he spoke out loud* </span>
<b><span style='color:gray'>"Bah!" "fine....." *while no ones looking, sets armoury to give out HMG bullets* *sets LMG magazines to hold HMG bullets* *grabs all I can* *removes trace of my programming*
"WOULAH!" *sees other marines stare at him* "erm, nothin"</span></b>
<span style='color:blue'> "Sure, why not? I'll help. I'll like hold down his arms or something. Wouldn't want too much flailing..." *takes position* "Yea, you just make sure you don't cut any arteries or major veins. You do that, he'll be in deep ****." *holds his arms down* </span>
<b>Sorry for hijacking your character, Headcrab, but it's for his own good <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--></b> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*Checks the edge on his knife, then puts the whetstone away* "Okay, lets do this. Thanks Terran. Hold him steady." *glares at spinviper's comment* "That's totally uncalled for. How would <b>you</b> like to be the one with radioactive shrapnel in your gut?" *Sits on Ed's legs and moves what's left of his shirt away from the shrapnel site* "Okay Ed, im gonna make this as quick as possible. Tell you what I'm gonna do. I'll count to three, then cut it out, OK?" *watches Ed nod, visibly anxious* "Okay, here we go. One..." *with two deft slashes, the shrapnel and some surrounding tissue falls away from Ed's abdomen as Ed convulses involuntarily, screaming into the clip* "It's out. Give me a medpack!" *Grabs medpack, unseals the nano container and pours some out directly onto the wound. The gouge visibly repairs itself as the container is re-sealed and the rest of the contents injected into Ed's bloodstream.* "It's OK man, its OK. Its gone." *Checks Ed's pulse and breathing* "He's gone into shock, no wonder either. I'll get his legs elevated, the nanos should take care of the rest." *Drags Ed's limp form over to the armory and props his legs up against it* "With any luck he should survive now. I hope." *Takes Ed's pulse again and notes that the shock is subsiding*</span></span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Remind me to laugh at you next time you get all slashed up, viper." *Picks up the last medpack and attaches it to his belt* "This is for Ed, in case he deteriorates later."</span></span>
<span style='color:brown'> *Jammer gets out of the grate* "Thanks. I thought I was dead meat till I heard that fire fight. You guys saved me." *scratches neck* "Tagged? I don't know... I hope not... I didn't feel anything weird, but I'm so beat up maybe I just didn't notice." *glances around, noticing decked out Frontiersmen* "things sure have changed since I fought a war... I think I'm gonna need some stronger equipment." *walks over to a panel on the wall. Slams his hand against it a few times.* :WHIR: *panel slides up* "Smuggling containers. <grins> You don't think this is all innocent, do you? This one holds some weapons headed for an illegal colony on Ferris 9. Looks like they won't be needing them... since Ferris 9 was overrun shortly after the order was placed." *Grabs 'old' style shotgun* "I bet you TSA boys have nicer stuff than this... but hey, lead is lead." *grabs Engineer Armbands* "Apparently they colonists set up their own Nano-System... they orderd a few of these so they could construct nano on the fly. I'm hoping they'll interface with your military system. Lets see..." *walks over to an unbuilt turret, and raises hand* *sparks fly off and away from Jammer's wrists* "Alrighty..." *Pumps Shotgun* "Lets go. I have some buisness to settle with these things."
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<b>Now ends the obligatory, over the top character introduction, complete with Vengence desire!
<span style='color:blue'> "Hmm...you wouldn't happen to have any <i>really big guns</i> in that box would you? Anything like a squad automatic weapon of some sort? Even a Browining .50 would be appreciated right now..." *takes a position near Headcrab* "I'll cover him while he recovers." *sees Ed is pale and breathing is shallow* "God damn...you're sure you didn't like cut his intestines or something? I tend to have some stomach troubles...and they are a *****nt thing to live your life with..." </span>
<b>Headcrab, in case you're not sure your character passed out during surgery.</b> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Nah, if I'd nicked his intestines we'd know all about it. That's shock. Having a lump of flesh sliced out without anaesthesia is no picnic. I'm just hoping the radiation from that round won't give him internal rad burns. And that if they do, the medpacks will handle them without hacking." *checks Ed's pulse again* "He's recovering nicely, and that medpack's done its job well. He should be back on his feet in a few minutes." *looks at Jammer* "Hey, what else you got in there? We knew this ship was used for illicit operations, we just weren't sure what. We figured you were drug runners or something, not arms smugglers."</span></span>
<span style='color:brown'> "Nope, sorry. This is one of the smaller holders. Down in the engine room theres a few hidden tripod mounted machine guns... but considering where that cannon. As for personal arms, this one just has small arms and old weapons. The good stuff was looted by our crew when these buggers first appeared. I hate to say it, but the aliens probably digested the weapons along with their... users... I guess. I'm sure there are a few smuggling walls that weren't looted yet though. We'll see."</span>
<b>Xect: Is it ok for me to find another container and give him a gun from it?</b>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Ah well. I'm kinda fond of my LMG, although something like an M41a wouldn't go astray. Do they even make those anymore?" *looks at Terran quizzically* "Browning .50? That's a big gun. You could bag an fade in a few shots with one of those. Mind you, I'd hate to think what'd happen if you missed. Or if friendlyfire would still be effective with a shell of that caliber." </span></span>
<span style='color:red'><i>*Turns to Jammer* "Nothing like a good old shotgun eh buddy?"</span></i>
<b>Incidentally, I have an old 12 gauge as well.</b>
<span style='color:red'><i>*looks down again at Ed and Quat* "Damn it, now we have two unconscious people and one MIA. At least no one's dead yet." *to pass the time, he takes out his combat knife and ties it to the end of his shotgun like a bayonet.* "This might come in handy..."</span></i>
<span style='color:blue'> "Yea, nothing like a good Browing .50...it was in service for quite the while in the 21st century, on the backs of Humvees and APCs. It'll punch a grapefruit sized hole in a damn cinderblock <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->" *sees Tiber tie his knife to the barrel of the shotgun* "Err, I wouldn't do that. Since the buck comes out in a cone, I'd put the blade no so far out. The buck will clip that pointy edge of your knife right off <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo-->..." *wonders* "Hey, you wouldn't happen to have any knives in that box, would you? I kinda of raged and threw my knife at a wall early on in the mission <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif'><!--endemo-->" </span>
<span style='color:brown'> "Let me check... and I'm not trying to sound mean, but these Chara or Mara fellows get stronger as time goes on, right? Are we sure we should take a breather? I'm thrilled being resuced and all, but I'd much rather grease these things then get the hell out of here." </span>
<b>I'm waiting Xect's approval before dispersing weapons and such. Its his game. In traditional RPGs, the GM disperese equipment, so its his call.</b>
<span style='color:White'> * Ed starts to stirr, begins to sit up* " Ehh... That hurt like a [BLEEP]" *Looks up at arm Cache* "Heh, I <i>knew</i> they had Rem 870's on this deck, i could smell 'em " *stands up, walks over to armory, enters sequence of commands on controls, Voice eminates from armory #Fourty Five Long Colt Ammunition, program accepted. 1.87 EAM Armor Peircing rounds, program accepted, 1.87 EAM Anti-tank Incendary, program accepted. 1.87 EAM Gyrojet rounds, program denied# Ed collects the ammo, 3 clips each for Wynona, and 3 speedloaders for the revolver, seeing how he aleady has full ammo for the TSA standard, thanks to ammopacks from eariler. Ed loads the revolver* "Thanks for the surgery, although I should still get to your medbay with the rest of the wounded, but im fine for now. Time for a little payback, Only fitting Charlie's Revolver be used against these bastiches." *looks at Jammer* "I though you bailed with the rest of the crew. Good to see you again" </span>
<b>Ok, bit of info on Wynona and the revolver to offset the "walking pillbox" that im seeming to become. clip only holds 30 rounds, 10 for the anti tank incendary, so im carring less ammo, plus reload time takes longer. the revolver has a total of 18 rounds, 6 in the chamber, 2 speedloaders. the slug does considerable damage at range, but the closer you get, the less effective it becomes and at maximum range, it becomes a pain to aim without missing. The standard TSA pistol i may hang onto, and keep the revolver stowed till later </b>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Jammer, we're not taking a rest. See the turret factory bouncing up and down over there? It's upgrading for siege cannons. We're going to siege one of their hives. It's 'Kha-raa', by the way." *touches headset* "Hey commander, how's siege coming along? How's base holding up?" *sees Ed stirring, moves over* "How you holding up, mate? That was pretty rough stuff. Mind if I check your pulse?" *takes Ed's pulse, notes that his heartbeat is stronger and less rapid* "Good, you're recovering nicely." *hears armory voice* "**** man, I see what you mean about not wanting us grunts to handle that." *looks at Quaznaut's one-armed figure lying on the bulkhead* "Someone's gonna have to carry him tho. Maybe we can phase him back to base? As far as I know, it's still untouched." *Checks pistol holster, double-takes as I notice it's empty and remember I gave it to Lucid* "Hey Lucid, can I have my pistol back?" </span></span> <b>Fair enough, Jammer <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--> </b>
<b><span style='color:yellow'>"Jammer. Get me the biggest gun you can find in there. I'm gonna kick some alien butt." "Yeah so what do we do now? We better assault that alien base or whatever you call the.. centre fast. Heard reports of them getting stronger tougher and faster as time passes, god knows how." *plays with mounted machine gun on turret*</span></b>
<span style='color:white'> *Ed helps build a turret, as it comes online, Ed examines it* "Hmm... I got an idea" *into mic* "Com? can you send down another turret along with these four? i got an idea..." *Ed looks into the smuggler's nook, notices box labeled "REMINGTON 870 SPARE PARTS". Ed tears into the box, assembling a partial trigger frame with wiring eminating from the top of the frame*</span>
<b>We only have three turrets...</b> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*Watches Ed for any remaining problems, and what he's doing* "What you up to there Ed?" *examines the contraption he assembling* "Don't tell me you're gonna wire up a shotgun turret? I don't know if the ammo manufacturing systems can build entire shells that fast. Or if they can even make shotgun shells."</span></span>
<b>hehe, thoufght we had 4 turretsm sorry <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> </b>
<span style='color:white'> "With the com's premission, i was hoping to rip off the top of the turret and rewire it to the switch in this triggerframe, bust out some "Serious" firepower. Only problem is that it would weigh quite a bit..." </span>
<b><span style='color:gray'>" /in jaja binks style "issa a gooda idea butta itta only goodda inna clossa rangga!" *Runs in circles shooting at tubes in the ceiling* "Imma goinga madda!" " Targetta practicaa" "I wanna lightsaba!"</span></b>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>*runs and tackles viper* "Watch it. you dont know where any of those pipe lead and what they carry. i for one dont want to die from something other than an alien." *walks over to nightshade* "Before you put that knife back, i'll sterilise it for you" *gets out welder*</span></span></span>
<span style='color:yellow'><b>"All the tackles must have made spin mad. And you go and tackle him once more.. oh well." *Snatches spin's guns* "It'll be safer, for all of us. =P" "Just joking." *Hands spin his guns back* "Anyone has a BIG gun here? I want it."</b></span>
<b>It's all good Headcrab, the building kinda got a little confused.</b> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*slaps viper, hard* "Man, what the hell is wrong with you? Get it together!" *to Ed* Sounds like a nice idea, but wait til ya see the siege cannon." *holds knife out to boggles' welder* "Go easy on it man, these high carbon steels are a **** to sharpen if they get blunt. Like, by having the edge melted." *Grins* *looks at Quaz's prone form* "We still need to deal with this fella. I'll get him through the phase and leave him at base. When he wakes up he can radio us." *picks up Quaz in an overarm carry, steps on the phase gate and disappears in a flash of light, to reappear several seconds later without Quaz.* "I've left him next to the CC. Hopefully he'll be alright." </span></span> <span style='font-size:7pt;line-height:100%'><b>Edit: </b>"a several seconds"? Engrish, anyone?</span>
<span style='color:yellow'>*After a long walk* "Dude, where am i?" *Looks around* "Oh Fuxor! I'm in a Hive Room!" *Takes cover behind a box* *Waits* "Hope this is the Hive Room our group was supposed to seal." *Waits more* "Oh god, please! Don't let me die!" *Exhales*</span>
<span style='color:blue'> "Hmm...I just felt, a voice cry out in fear, and then it was silenced...from the hive room." *ponders* "A 'disturbance in the force' <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->" "But seriously, gut instinct tells me we should be getting those sieges up fast, because I have a feeling that Silent got dragged off to the Comm Hub, and that the Comm Hub is the hive..." *runs over to the turret factory* *bangs on it* "Come on you cheap piece of government ****! Upgrade already!" *has a lapse of skizopherinia and looks at the shotgun turret* "You know, ammo control and motor energy useage aren't controled in the turret, its controled at the factory. I'd edit the files to make that turret extra special, but its upgrading, so I can't." </span>
<i>Commander: "Well, you're welcome to dispense weapons. I'm sure that stationary gun will make the aliens jump with joy. After all, who does not want to be stuck with a stationary gun when those things come running at you? As for the anti-tank guns. I'm not sure your buddies are going to be in good mood when they're sucked trough the hull breach. The rifles are fine, frontiersmen always loved having to fight recoil when facing small and fast aliens. The shotguns might just work, as long as there's no more than one or two of them. You're not going to be able to do much against skulks with those slow pumping mechanisms. Let's just stick with the old and tried hi-tech stuff shall we."
The armoury stops shaking, and a ghost image of two siege cannons appear.
Commander: "these things might get the aliens in a bad mood. You'll want to watch out when you finish building."</i>
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*hands needle back to deathdoom*
"You ready yet Ed?"
*pulls out a small whetstone from a belt pouch and begins sharpening his knife*
"I'll try and make this as quick and painless as possible, but its still gonna hurt like a [censored]. The medpack will deal with the wound once I'm done."
*looks around at quizzical glances from some of the other marines*
"I took basic field med, OK? I know what I'm doing. I think."</span></span>
*eyes start to dart around room*
*starts to move head violently*
*bursts out yelling*
"Let's just go already! I don't want to be the main dish for some cujo rip-offs, thank-you-very-much!"
*realizes that he spoke out loud*
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"WOULAH!" *sees other marines stare at him* "erm, nothin"</span></b>
"Sure, why not? I'll help. I'll like hold down his arms or something. Wouldn't want too much flailing..."
*takes position*
"Yea, you just make sure you don't cut any arteries or major veins. You do that, he'll be in deep ****."
*holds his arms down*
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<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*Checks the edge on his knife, then puts the whetstone away*
"Okay, lets do this. Thanks Terran. Hold him steady."
*glares at spinviper's comment*
"That's totally uncalled for. How would <b>you</b> like to be the one with radioactive shrapnel in your gut?"
*Sits on Ed's legs and moves what's left of his shirt away from the shrapnel site*
"Okay Ed, im gonna make this as quick as possible. Tell you what I'm gonna do. I'll count to three, then cut it out, OK?"
*watches Ed nod, visibly anxious*
"Okay, here we go. One..."
*with two deft slashes, the shrapnel and some surrounding tissue falls away from Ed's abdomen as Ed convulses involuntarily, screaming into the clip*
"It's out. Give me a medpack!"
*Grabs medpack, unseals the nano container and pours some out directly onto the wound. The gouge visibly repairs itself as the container is re-sealed and the rest of the contents injected into Ed's bloodstream.*
"It's OK man, its OK. Its gone."
*Checks Ed's pulse and breathing*
"He's gone into shock, no wonder either. I'll get his legs elevated, the nanos should take care of the rest."
*Drags Ed's limp form over to the armory and props his legs up against it*
"With any luck he should survive now. I hope."
*Takes Ed's pulse again and notes that the shock is subsiding*</span></span>
*Picks up the last medpack and attaches it to his belt*
"This is for Ed, in case he deteriorates later."</span></span>
*Jammer gets out of the grate*
"Thanks. I thought I was dead meat till I heard that fire fight. You guys saved me."
*scratches neck*
"Tagged? I don't know... I hope not... I didn't feel anything weird, but I'm so beat up maybe I just didn't notice."
*glances around, noticing decked out Frontiersmen*
"things sure have changed since I fought a war... I think I'm gonna need some stronger equipment."
*walks over to a panel on the wall. Slams his hand against it a few times.*
:WHIR:
*panel slides up*
"Smuggling containers. <grins> You don't think this is all innocent, do you? This one holds some weapons headed for an illegal colony on Ferris 9. Looks like they won't be needing them... since Ferris 9 was overrun shortly after the order was placed."
*Grabs 'old' style shotgun*
"I bet you TSA boys have nicer stuff than this... but hey, lead is lead."
*grabs Engineer Armbands*
"Apparently they colonists set up their own Nano-System... they orderd a few of these so they could construct nano on the fly. I'm hoping they'll interface with your military system. Lets see..."
*walks over to an unbuilt turret, and raises hand*
*sparks fly off and away from Jammer's wrists*
"Alrighty..."
*Pumps Shotgun*
"Lets go. I have some buisness to settle with these things."
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<b>Now ends the obligatory, over the top character introduction, complete with Vengence desire!
And apparently you can co-ck your weapons :-/</b>
"Hmm...you wouldn't happen to have any <i>really big guns</i> in that box would you? Anything like a squad automatic weapon of some sort? Even a Browining .50 would be appreciated right now..."
*takes a position near Headcrab*
"I'll cover him while he recovers."
*sees Ed is pale and breathing is shallow*
"God damn...you're sure you didn't like cut his intestines or something? I tend to have some stomach troubles...and they are a *****nt thing to live your life with..."
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<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Nah, if I'd nicked his intestines we'd know all about it. That's shock. Having a lump of flesh sliced out without
anaesthesia is no picnic. I'm just hoping the radiation from that round won't give him internal rad burns. And that if they do, the medpacks will handle them without hacking."
*checks Ed's pulse again*
"He's recovering nicely, and that medpack's done its job well. He should be back on his feet in a few minutes."
*looks at Jammer*
"Hey, what else you got in there? We knew this ship was used for illicit operations, we just weren't sure what. We figured you were drug runners or something, not arms smugglers."</span></span>
"Nope, sorry. This is one of the smaller holders. Down in the engine room theres a few hidden tripod mounted machine guns... but considering where that cannon. As for personal arms, this one just has small arms and old weapons. The good stuff was looted by our crew when these buggers first appeared. I hate to say it, but the aliens probably digested the weapons along with their... users... I guess. I'm sure there are a few smuggling walls that weren't looted yet though. We'll see."</span>
<b>Xect: Is it ok for me to find another container and give him a gun from it?</b>
*looks at Terran quizzically*
"Browning .50? That's a big gun. You could bag an fade in a few shots with one of those. Mind you, I'd hate to think what'd happen if you missed. Or if friendlyfire would still be effective with a shell of that caliber."
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"Nothing like a good old shotgun eh buddy?"</span></i>
<b>Incidentally, I have an old 12 gauge as well.</b>
<span style='color:red'><i>*looks down again at Ed and Quat*
"Damn it, now we have two unconscious people and one MIA. At least no one's dead yet."
*to pass the time, he takes out his combat knife and ties it to the end of his shotgun like a bayonet.*
"This might come in handy..."</span></i>
"Yea, nothing like a good Browing .50...it was in service for quite the while in the 21st century, on the backs of Humvees and APCs. It'll punch a grapefruit sized hole in a damn cinderblock <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->"
*sees Tiber tie his knife to the barrel of the shotgun*
"Err, I wouldn't do that. Since the buck comes out in a cone, I'd put the blade no so far out. The buck will clip that pointy edge of your knife right off <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo-->..."
*wonders*
"Hey, you wouldn't happen to have any knives in that box, would you? I kinda of raged and threw my knife at a wall early on in the mission <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif'><!--endemo-->"
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"Let me check... and I'm not trying to sound mean, but these Chara or Mara fellows get stronger as time goes on, right? Are we sure we should take a breather? I'm thrilled being resuced and all, but I'd much rather grease these things then get the hell out of here."
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<b>I'm waiting Xect's approval before dispersing weapons and such. Its his game. In traditional RPGs, the GM disperese equipment, so its his call.</b>
" Ehh... That hurt like a [BLEEP]"
*Looks up at arm Cache*
"Heh, I <i>knew</i> they had Rem 870's on this deck, i could smell 'em "
*stands up, walks over to armory, enters sequence of commands on controls, Voice eminates from armory #Fourty Five Long Colt Ammunition, program accepted. 1.87 EAM Armor Peircing rounds, program accepted, 1.87 EAM Anti-tank Incendary, program accepted. 1.87 EAM Gyrojet rounds, program denied# Ed collects the ammo, 3 clips each for Wynona, and 3 speedloaders for the revolver, seeing how he aleady has full ammo for the TSA standard, thanks to ammopacks from eariler. Ed loads the revolver*
"Thanks for the surgery, although I should still get to your medbay with the rest of the wounded, but im fine for now. Time for a little payback, Only fitting Charlie's Revolver be used against these bastiches."
*looks at Jammer*
"I though you bailed with the rest of the crew. Good to see you again"
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<b>Ok, bit of info on Wynona and the revolver to offset the "walking pillbox" that im seeming to become. clip only holds 30 rounds, 10 for the anti tank incendary, so im carring less ammo, plus reload time takes longer. the revolver has a total of 18 rounds, 6 in the chamber, 2 speedloaders. the slug does considerable damage at range, but the closer you get, the less effective it becomes and at maximum range, it becomes a pain to aim without missing. The standard TSA pistol i may hang onto, and keep the revolver stowed till later </b>
*touches headset*
"Hey commander, how's siege coming along? How's base holding up?"
*sees Ed stirring, moves over*
"How you holding up, mate? That was pretty rough stuff. Mind if I check your pulse?"
*takes Ed's pulse, notes that his heartbeat is stronger and less rapid*
"Good, you're recovering nicely." *hears armory voice* "**** man, I see what you mean about not wanting us grunts to handle that."
*looks at Quaznaut's one-armed figure lying on the bulkhead*
"Someone's gonna have to carry him tho. Maybe we can phase him back to base? As far as I know, it's still untouched."
*Checks pistol holster, double-takes as I notice it's empty and remember I gave it to Lucid*
"Hey Lucid, can I have my pistol back?"
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<b>Fair enough, Jammer <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--> </b>
"Yeah so what do we do now? We better assault that alien base or whatever you call the.. centre fast. Heard reports of them getting stronger tougher and faster as time passes, god knows how."
*plays with mounted machine gun on turret*</span></b>
"Hmm... I got an idea" *into mic* "Com? can you send down another turret along with these four? i got an idea..."
*Ed looks into the smuggler's nook, notices box labeled "REMINGTON 870 SPARE PARTS". Ed tears into the box, assembling a partial trigger frame with wiring eminating from the top of the frame*</span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*Watches Ed for any remaining problems, and what he's doing*
"What you up to there Ed?"
*examines the contraption he assembling*
"Don't tell me you're gonna wire up a shotgun turret? I don't know if the ammo manufacturing systems can build entire shells that fast. Or if they can even make shotgun shells."</span></span>
<span style='color:white'> "With the com's premission, i was hoping to rip off the top of the turret and rewire it to the switch in this triggerframe, bust out some "Serious" firepower. Only problem is that it would weigh quite a bit..."
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<b>EDIT: mispelling day</b>
"Watch it. you dont know where any of those pipe lead and what they carry. i for one dont want to die from something other than an alien."
*walks over to nightshade*
"Before you put that knife back, i'll sterilise it for you"
*gets out welder*</span></span></span>
*Snatches spin's guns*
"It'll be safer, for all of us. =P"
"Just joking."
*Hands spin his guns back*
"Anyone has a BIG gun here? I want it."</b></span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*slaps viper, hard*
"Man, what the hell is wrong with you? Get it together!"
*to Ed* Sounds like a nice idea, but wait til ya see the siege cannon."
*holds knife out to boggles' welder*
"Go easy on it man, these high carbon steels are a **** to sharpen if they get blunt. Like, by having the edge melted." *Grins*
*looks at Quaz's prone form*
"We still need to deal with this fella. I'll get him through the phase and leave him at base. When he wakes up he can radio us."
*picks up Quaz in an overarm carry, steps on the phase gate and disappears in a flash of light, to reappear several seconds later without Quaz.*
"I've left him next to the CC. Hopefully he'll be alright."
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<span style='font-size:7pt;line-height:100%'><b>Edit: </b>"a several seconds"? Engrish, anyone?</span>
"Dude, where am i?"
*Looks around*
"Oh Fuxor! I'm in a Hive Room!"
*Takes cover behind a box*
*Waits*
"Hope this is the Hive Room our group was supposed to seal."
*Waits more*
"Oh god, please! Don't let me die!"
*Exhales*</span>
"Hmm...I just felt, a voice cry out in fear, and then it was silenced...from the hive room."
*ponders*
"A 'disturbance in the force' <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->"
"But seriously, gut instinct tells me we should be getting those sieges up fast, because I have a feeling that Silent got dragged off to the Comm Hub, and that the Comm Hub is the hive..."
*runs over to the turret factory*
*bangs on it*
"Come on you cheap piece of government ****! Upgrade already!"
*has a lapse of skizopherinia and looks at the shotgun turret*
"You know, ammo control and motor energy useage aren't controled in the turret, its controled at the factory. I'd edit the files to make that turret extra special, but its upgrading, so I can't."
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The armoury stops shaking, and a ghost image of two siege cannons appear.
Commander: "these things might get the aliens in a bad mood. You'll want to watch out when you finish building."</i>