<b>Lucky for you, Terran, although I was talking about the whole onos charging through me and an armory <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--> I've gone through my old posts and it looks like I still have a spare medpack, you're in luck. Xzilen, you need to close your tags after you're done typing.</b> <span style='font-family:courier'><span style='color:green'>*click* "If only we had an HMG. Damn it all, that thing just does not wanna die." *hears Terran's yell, and groans* "Ohhh..now they want me to move." *Picks himself up and limps over to Terran, shouting over the cacophany of gunfire and roaring* "Boy did you make a mess of yourself. Hold still, this is gonna hurt." *Takes Terran's left arm and re-sets the bone* "And me without my field kit. Damn TSA and their blind reliance on nanotech. It takes more than microscopic robots to move bones back into position. Looks like you scored a couple broken ribs, too." *Breathes in, wincing* "Well, at least we have something in common. Here, you need this more than I do." *Applies the medpack to Terran's arm and chest, then sits down next to Terran and reloads*</span></span>
<span style='color:blue'> *yelps when Night realigns my bones* *feels the nanites work and then relaxes* "Oh...that feels a lot better...thanks NightShad-" *sees that Night has some chest injuries as well* "Aww...you didn't have to use that medpak on me. You should of used it on yourself. I could off held out for a while longer..." *taps headset* "Uh...commander? Could you set up a drop of like 6 medpaks. I think we'd appreicate that much." *looks at NightShade* "You take a wee break and try not to take it too hard. I'll cover you till some more medpaks drop down here." </span> <b> <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wow.gif'><!--endemo--> I thought that you were just knocked out by the flying crate that I was in.</b>
<span style='color:white'> "eep" *Ed starts running full sprint away from the rest of the group, a remarkable feat considering his malnourishment and stocky build, he attempts to fire as he runs at the Onos to no avail.* "At least, I, can get, him away, long, enough, to let, yall, escape... YAHHHH!!" *The Onos shoves his horn between Ed's legs and flings him back towards his comrades like a ragdoll, With a horrible crack, Ed's body rips a panel off the Armory and he hits the floor in a crumpled heap* "...ow..." *Ed passes out, a Black Clip with the emblem of Skull and Crossbones falls out of Ed's pocket, Wynona falls near Night Shade's left leg, Charlie's Revolver lays on the floor between the Onos and the remiander of the group, with a grating crunch, the Onos steps on the cylinder and hammer of the revolver, rendering it useless.*
</span> <b>sorry, Xect, i sorta ran with an idea, and payed the price of attempting to be a hero</b>
firing his medium Auto-Rifle <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> <b>You dont have one. You only have an LMG.</b>
<span style='color:gray'><b>*Takes careful aim at onoses eyes*
<b>should i edit my post to say: "Ed flew through the air and nocked Spinviper out an airlock and into the awaiting arms of a fade named "Bubba"?
just joshing with ya, but that's pretty good, better than the grenades earlier, but remember, after all is said and done, Xect still has the power to blast your post back to the stoneage using his Shotgun of Avatarness+1, plus the Enchanted Sword of DM-ing +3</b>
<b>Listen people, it'll be hard to go on with the story if you all lie dying in front of an onos with every bone in your body broken. Headcrab, I think I'll handle the casualties. And I can't blast your posts anywhere, I lack the experience to study the tome of moderating <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--></b>
<i>CRUNCH, still running for headcrap, the huge monster steps on darkness's leg while he's trying to get under it. The onos doesnt even seem to notice that it hit something.</i>
<b>I have a broken rib. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> And as for me getting knocked out by the box, my limited time on the internet prevents me from doing anything in a timely fashion, which is why my first post afterwards asked if I was dead or something or if I dodged. <!--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'>"Nah. I'll survive. You can shoot better than I can anyway...****!" *Watches the onos toss Ed around like a paper doll. Looks at Wynona...looks at skull-and-crossbones clip...looks back to Wynona* "Well, if we dont deal with that onos now, we're not going to be around long enough for the rad to kill us." *picks up Wynona, wincing from the pain, and fits the black clip to the rifle, listening to the tinny warning about radioactive slugs* "Damn it, how the hell do you work this thing?" *Pulls the trigger a few times futilely* "Ah, you figure it out. Quickly." *hands the now highly dangerous Wynona to Terran* </span></span> <b>For those of you who don't remember, the skull and crossbones clip contains radioactive francium slugs. Explosive on contact with water, blood, or Kharaa flesh. Last time he used it it nearly killed him.</b>
<span style='font-size:7pt;line-height:100%'>Edit: tag cleanup</span>
<span style='color:blue'> "Umm...ok. It looks to be very interesting." *takes a normal stance for firing a LMG* *looks for a trigger* *finds that there is no trigger* "Great...Now what, there ain't a trigger." *the onos then roars, very **** at the lead going into its eye* *scares me shitless* *accidentally grips the handle tight in fear* *weapon fires, and knocks me down from the tremendous recoil* "AH!...Oh! So thats how it works." *props me self up against a wall, and then fires* *notices that the ejected shell casings make me feel ill* "Ooo...Really...really feel like poo now..." *Wyona clicks empty, and I put her on the ground* *kicks aside spent casings, headache clears up* </span> <b> Bad, Bad people! Why do you always spell Headcrab: Headcrap?</b>
Marik_SteeleTo rule in hell...Join Date: 2002-11-20Member: 9466Members
<span style='color:purple'> *the sounds of the hail of gunfire forcing me to yell through my headset mike* "Commander, how's base doing? Do we need to fall back? We're taking a serious beating here!" </span>
BadKarmaThe Advanced Literature monsters burned my house and gave me a 7Join Date: 2002-11-12Member: 8260Members
<b>If this thing dosnt die soon i'll think i'll flip out and run away.</b> *Wakes out of a daze. Sees the onos and falls over. Lying on the ground and firing.*
firing his medium Auto-Rifle <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> <b>You dont have one. You only have an LMG.</b>
<span style='color:gray'><b>*Takes careful aim at onoses eyes*
*FIRES*
*reloads*
*Fires under its belly*
"Beat That!"</b></span> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Oops, sorry, I noticed other people had some odd weapons :-\
LMG it is then <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
[/COLOR][/B]<b><span style='color:orange'>*Finds the shells from Wyonna near him and has a violent reaction, muscle spasms abound until he forces himself to move away from the shells*
*Looks at distance between him and the Onos and gets an idea*
"Comm, could I get a pack of mines here?"
*Fires off another clip of lmg into the onos skull watching patches of its hard flesh chip off, some of it healing back before a blink of an eye*</span></b>
<b>Come on guys, the rad's not <i>that</i> strong. It only nearly killed him cos he wound up with a lump of it embedded in his skin, remember? Besides, rad poisoning doesn't kick in for several minutes - with a strong dose. If you could feel it like that from the shell casings, the rad leaking from the clip would have killed us all about five minutes after Ed joined us. Not to mention he'd never have joined us alive.</b> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*looks at radioactive shell casings beung ejected from Wynona and groans* "Oohhh boy, are we gonna need medpacks after this one." *Props self up against the wall and fires his LMG in the Onos's general direction, wincing and growing pale from the pain in his chest*</span></span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Ow, my f**king leg. I thought I could roll out of the way in time. Little help here?!" *pulls out other P229* "Good thing I didn't drop this one. Hey, can anyone throw my other 229 over here?" *starts firing at Onos' head, bullets hitting around its eyes, but not actually hitting them.*</span> I guess a broken leg is what I get for trying to slice its gut open. Speaking of which, what happened to its stomach, I assume it sealed up after I sliced it.
<span style='color:blue'> "Commander, can't we blow this thing out an airlock or something? Or trick into a sector of the ship that can be 'depressurized' so it dies of asymoxfication (not spelled right, I know)? We're all beat up, and pretty soon we're free lunch if something isn't done." *weapons clicks empty* *reaches for another mag, finding I'm out* "Ok...We have no armory, and I'm out...great." *resorts to pistol, even though I knowing it won't do much of anything* *quits after empting two mags* *starts to drag the injured (IE: Lord Darkness, Headcrab, Xzilen) to Night Shade* *also takes their ammo while dragging them* "See what you can do for them, eh? I'll take up a position with Silent and Marik to cover you while you do that" *slams Darkness's LMG clip home and opens fire* </span>
<b>Isn't Xzilen still intact somehow?</b> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Thanks Terran. I'll see what I can do, but without medpacks all I can do is realign the bones. And they'll move out of place the minute these guys move. Here, use these." *feebly tosses his last 2 LMG clips in Terran's direction* "Your leg has ben crushed beyond recognition, Darkness. I'm sorry, but I don't think a medpack can do much for that - I certainly can't without one." *begins pulling Ed's arms and legs back into straight lines* "Damn, I don't have anything to...wait a minute!" *Sees the shattered crate that once held Terran nearby, breaks off some lumps of wood and uses them and strips of Ed's shirt to splint Ed's limbs*</span></span>
its had its belly slit open, numerous knife wounds, about 300 bullets in its eye and some radioactive hunks of metal in the rest of it...
Xect
please, make it stop</b><span style='color:blue'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Courier'>
*sees the armoury lying on the floor, runs over and pulls off a panel*
*welds a few wires and the armoury starts chucking out mags*
*picks some mags up off the floor and chucks them to terran*
"i hope this helps"</span></span></span>
<b>i am a technical genius you know, but if Mr "im not going to let the onos die" Xect doesn't like it, they can just be some spare ones i had on me</b>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>*runs over to nightshade*
"If i repair his armour, it should take most of the weight off his leg , but i cant do anything for Ed, unless someone's got a spare suit of armour he could have."
*kneels down and begins to weld*</span></span></span>
<span style='color:red'>*observes his ammo runing low* "Damn this thing can take a beetin" *Begins loading standard and holow point into revolver* *starts fireing in doble shots* "Maybe if i can get a holow behind a standard it will get through that hide."</span>
<b>Also i am watching for the onos to go under anything i can shoot to make fall, like a hanging light or big pipe of something, but sense only Xect knows were the thing is in relatoin to were random things on the cealing are, this is a raction in waiting</b>
<i>Out of immidiate targets to attack, the onos turns around on the spot, looking for something to smash. While it's turning, some of you look at it closely, not a single scratch is visible anywhere. The onos gets its eye on the group of wounded people lying on the ground, and let's out a sound that, apart from being close to ripping your ears apart, seems to attract attention everywhere around you. Clicking sounds emerge from the corridors behind the onos, and the vents all around you. The onos looks like it could charge the wounded any moment. Still, no sound from the commander, even though your HUD shows he's still in the chair.</i>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Oooohhhh ****. Gentlemen, it's been an honour serving with you." *Slams a clip into his pistol and unloads it at the onos in desparation* "Come on, let's take this **** down!" *Touches his headset as his pistol clicks empty* "Hey commander, you still alive up there? We could really use some help down here!"</span></span>
<b><span style='color:yellow'>*Busts from the door* *Starts firing trying to attract the onos' attention* *Shouts* "Come'on you lil'son of a bi***!!! You want a piece of me? Come on! Come on!" *Gun clicks empty* *Throws LMG at the onos' head, making it bounce off with a disappointing *thud** *Pulls pistol out*</span></b>
Marik_SteeleTo rule in hell...Join Date: 2002-11-20Member: 9466Members
<span style='color:purple'> *Shuffles over to the armory and takes two mags for the LMG* "All of a sudden being buried under a pile of shelving and data archive discs doesn't sound half bad..." *Gets ready to move back in that direction* </span>
<span style='color:white'> *Ed awakens with a jolt* "ahhh! what a horrible dre--" *crunch, Ed puts too much weight on his injured right arm* "YEOWCH!, Damn, i wish i had my hazardous enviro suit right about now... "*Looks around, frantically seacrhing*"Where is it? Where's Charlie revolv--"*Ed spots it a distance off, partially crushed, Ed pulls out the TSA standard issue opens fire form the prone position and empties every clip into the onos with no effect, Ed starts looking around the walls, Eventually he finds a still closed matainence hatch* "Yes! Guys, i think i found a way out!"</span>
<span style='color:blue'> *takes off my leg and arm armor* "Here, he can use 'em. I don't really think they'd save me from that <i>thing</i> anyway." *takes the ammuntion* *hears more sounds* *dispurses them amoung those who can still shoot equally* *gets Ed some clips for Wyona* "I think that we're officially screwed, but we can attempt to stop that fate somehow...perhaps." *drags the armory over to the wounded* *drags some crates over there also* *repositions TF inside the makeshift bunker with help from Silent* *puts turrets up on the tops of the 2 boxes and the armory* "Ok...I think that if we stick around these crates and the armory, we can not get killed really fast and cover the wounded. Hopefully, our little perimeter will hold them off till our almight commander can do something." </span> <b>AHHH!!!!111oneone xect is out to get us killed! WE n33d mag1c b33r now!!!11oneone</b>
<span style='color:yellow'><b>"Erm.. yeah cool that thing just won't die." *Jumps behind crates* "Hi!" *mutters* "hmmm if only i can go get the lmg back... on second thought..maybe not."</b></span>
<i>Watching curiously while Terran builds the cover, the onos turns it's head to look for the arriving backup. The door into the hive room doesnt even open, the two fades just walked right trough it. All over the vents, evil chuckles are heard.</i>
Marik_SteeleTo rule in hell...Join Date: 2002-11-20Member: 9466Members
<span style='color:purple'> "Ah, beautiful. Walking through walls." *Starts smacking self upside the helmet to see if voice communication with the Commander can start working again* </span>
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Xzilen, you need to close your tags after you're done typing.</b>
<span style='font-family:courier'><span style='color:green'>*click*
"If only we had an HMG. Damn it all, that thing just does not wanna die."
*hears Terran's yell, and groans*
"Ohhh..now they want me to move."
*Picks himself up and limps over to Terran, shouting over the cacophany of gunfire and roaring*
"Boy did you make a mess of yourself. Hold still, this is gonna hurt."
*Takes Terran's left arm and re-sets the bone*
"And me without my field kit. Damn TSA and their blind reliance on nanotech. It takes more than microscopic robots to move bones back into position. Looks like you scored a couple broken ribs, too."
*Breathes in, wincing*
"Well, at least we have something in common. Here, you need this more than I do."
*Applies the medpack to Terran's arm and chest, then sits down next to Terran and reloads*</span></span>
*yelps when Night realigns my bones*
*feels the nanites work and then relaxes*
"Oh...that feels a lot better...thanks NightShad-"
*sees that Night has some chest injuries as well*
"Aww...you didn't have to use that medpak on me. You should of used it on yourself. I could off held out for a while longer..."
*taps headset*
"Uh...commander? Could you set up a drop of like 6 medpaks. I think we'd appreicate that much."
*looks at NightShade*
"You take a wee break and try not to take it too hard. I'll cover you till some more medpaks drop down here."
</span>
<b> <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wow.gif'><!--endemo--> I thought that you were just knocked out by the flying crate that I was in.</b>
*Ed starts running full sprint away from the rest of the group, a remarkable feat considering his malnourishment and stocky build, he attempts to fire as he runs at the Onos to no avail.*
"At least, I, can get, him away, long, enough, to let, yall, escape... YAHHHH!!"
*The Onos shoves his horn between Ed's legs and flings him back towards his comrades like a ragdoll, With a horrible crack, Ed's body rips a panel off the Armory and he hits the floor in a crumpled heap*
"...ow..."
*Ed passes out, a Black Clip with the emblem of Skull and Crossbones falls out of Ed's pocket, Wynona falls near Night Shade's left leg, Charlie's Revolver lays on the floor between the Onos and the remiander of the group, with a grating crunch, the Onos steps on the cylinder and hammer of the revolver, rendering it useless.*
</span>
<b>sorry, Xect, i sorta ran with an idea, and payed the price of attempting to be a hero</b>
firing his medium Auto-Rifle <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
<b>You dont have one. You only have an LMG.</b>
<span style='color:gray'><b>*Takes careful aim at onoses eyes*
*FIRES*
*reloads*
*Fires under its belly*
"Beat That!"</b></span>
just joshing with ya, but that's pretty good, better than the grenades earlier, but remember, after all is said and done, Xect still has the power to blast your post back to the stoneage using his Shotgun of Avatarness+1, plus the Enchanted Sword of DM-ing +3</b>
<i>CRUNCH, still running for headcrap, the huge monster steps on darkness's leg while he's trying to get under it. The onos doesnt even seem to notice that it hit something.</i>
*point lmg at onos' eyes and empties a clip into them*</span></span></span>
<span style='font-family:courier'><span style='color:green'>"Nah. I'll survive. You can shoot better than I can anyway...****!"
*Watches the onos toss Ed around like a paper doll. Looks at Wynona...looks at skull-and-crossbones clip...looks back to Wynona*
"Well, if we dont deal with that onos now, we're not going to be around long enough for the rad to kill us."
*picks up Wynona, wincing from the pain, and fits the black clip to the rifle, listening to the tinny warning about radioactive slugs*
"Damn it, how the hell do you work this thing?" *Pulls the trigger a few times futilely*
"Ah, you figure it out. Quickly." *hands the now highly dangerous Wynona to Terran*
</span></span>
<b>For those of you who don't remember, the skull and crossbones clip contains radioactive francium slugs. Explosive on contact with water, blood, or Kharaa flesh. Last time he used it it nearly killed him.</b>
<span style='font-size:7pt;line-height:100%'>Edit: tag cleanup</span>
"Umm...ok. It looks to be very interesting."
*takes a normal stance for firing a LMG*
*looks for a trigger*
*finds that there is no trigger*
"Great...Now what, there ain't a trigger."
*the onos then roars, very **** at the lead going into its eye*
*scares me shitless*
*accidentally grips the handle tight in fear*
*weapon fires, and knocks me down from the tremendous recoil*
"AH!...Oh! So thats how it works."
*props me self up against a wall, and then fires*
*notices that the ejected shell casings make me feel ill*
"Ooo...Really...really feel like poo now..."
*Wyona clicks empty, and I put her on the ground*
*kicks aside spent casings, headache clears up*
</span>
<b> Bad, Bad people! Why do you always spell Headcrab: Headcrap?</b>
*the sounds of the hail of gunfire forcing me to yell through my headset mike*
"Commander, how's base doing? Do we need to fall back? We're taking a serious beating here!"
</span>
*Wakes out of a daze. Sees the onos and falls over. Lying on the ground and firing.*
firing his medium Auto-Rifle <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<b>You dont have one. You only have an LMG.</b>
<span style='color:gray'><b>*Takes careful aim at onoses eyes*
*FIRES*
*reloads*
*Fires under its belly*
"Beat That!"</b></span> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Oops, sorry, I noticed other people had some odd weapons :-\
LMG it is then <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
*Looks at distance between him and the Onos and gets an idea*
"Comm, could I get a pack of mines here?"
*Fires off another clip of lmg into the onos skull watching patches of its hard flesh chip off, some of it healing back before a blink of an eye*</span></b>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*looks at radioactive shell casings beung ejected from Wynona and groans*
"Oohhh boy, are we gonna need medpacks after this one."
*Props self up against the wall and fires his LMG in the Onos's general direction, wincing and growing pale from the pain in his chest*</span></span>
*pulls out other P229*
"Good thing I didn't drop this one. Hey, can anyone throw my other 229 over here?"
*starts firing at Onos' head, bullets hitting around its eyes, but not actually hitting them.*</span>
I guess a broken leg is what I get for trying to slice its gut open. Speaking of which, what happened to its stomach, I assume it sealed up after I sliced it.
"Commander, can't we blow this thing out an airlock or something? Or trick into a sector of the ship that can be 'depressurized' so it dies of asymoxfication (not spelled right, I know)? We're all beat up, and pretty soon we're free lunch if something isn't done."
*weapons clicks empty*
*reaches for another mag, finding I'm out*
"Ok...We have no armory, and I'm out...great."
*resorts to pistol, even though I knowing it won't do much of anything*
*quits after empting two mags*
*starts to drag the injured (IE: Lord Darkness, Headcrab, Xzilen) to Night Shade*
*also takes their ammo while dragging them*
"See what you can do for them, eh? I'll take up a position with Silent and Marik to cover you while you do that"
*slams Darkness's LMG clip home and opens fire*
</span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Thanks Terran. I'll see what I can do, but without medpacks all I can do is realign the bones. And they'll move out of place the minute these guys move. Here, use these." *feebly tosses his last 2 LMG clips in Terran's direction*
"Your leg has ben crushed beyond recognition, Darkness. I'm sorry, but I don't think a medpack can do much for that - I certainly can't without one."
*begins pulling Ed's arms and legs back into straight lines*
"Damn, I don't have anything to...wait a minute!"
*Sees the shattered crate that once held Terran nearby, breaks off some lumps of wood and uses them and strips of Ed's shirt to splint Ed's limbs*</span></span>
its had its belly slit open, numerous knife wounds, about 300 bullets in its eye and some radioactive hunks of metal in the rest of it...
Xect
please, make it stop</b><span style='color:blue'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Courier'>
*sees the armoury lying on the floor, runs over and pulls off a panel*
*welds a few wires and the armoury starts chucking out mags*
*picks some mags up off the floor and chucks them to terran*
"i hope this helps"</span></span></span>
<b>i am a technical genius you know, but if Mr "im not going to let the onos die" Xect doesn't like it, they can just be some spare ones i had on me</b>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>*runs over to nightshade*
"If i repair his armour, it should take most of the weight off his leg , but i cant do anything for Ed, unless someone's got a spare suit of armour he could have."
*kneels down and begins to weld*</span></span></span>
"Damn this thing can take a beetin"
*Begins loading standard and holow point into revolver*
*starts fireing in doble shots*
"Maybe if i can get a holow behind a standard it will get through that hide."</span>
<b>Also i am watching for the onos to go under anything i can shoot to make fall, like a hanging light or big pipe of something, but sense only Xect knows were the thing is in relatoin to were random things on the cealing are, this is a raction in waiting</b>
*Slams a clip into his pistol and unloads it at the onos in desparation*
"Come on, let's take this **** down!"
*Touches his headset as his pistol clicks empty*
"Hey commander, you still alive up there? We could really use some help down here!"</span></span>
*Starts firing trying to attract the onos' attention*
*Shouts*
"Come'on you lil'son of a bi***!!! You want a piece of me? Come on! Come on!"
*Gun clicks empty*
*Throws LMG at the onos' head, making it bounce off with a disappointing *thud**
*Pulls pistol out*</span></b>
*Shuffles over to the armory and takes two mags for the LMG*
"All of a sudden being buried under a pile of shelving and data archive discs doesn't sound half bad..."
*Gets ready to move back in that direction*
</span>
"ahhh! what a horrible dre--" *crunch, Ed puts too much weight on his injured right arm* "YEOWCH!, Damn, i wish i had my hazardous enviro suit right about now... "*Looks around, frantically seacrhing*"Where is it? Where's Charlie revolv--"*Ed spots it a distance off, partially crushed, Ed pulls out the TSA standard issue opens fire form the prone position and empties every clip into the onos with no effect, Ed starts looking around the walls, Eventually he finds a still closed matainence hatch* "Yes! Guys, i think i found a way out!"</span>
*takes off my leg and arm armor*
"Here, he can use 'em. I don't really think they'd save me from that <i>thing</i> anyway."
*takes the ammuntion*
*hears more sounds*
*dispurses them amoung those who can still shoot equally*
*gets Ed some clips for Wyona*
"I think that we're officially screwed, but we can attempt to stop that fate somehow...perhaps."
*drags the armory over to the wounded*
*drags some crates over there also*
*repositions TF inside the makeshift bunker with help from Silent*
*puts turrets up on the tops of the 2 boxes and the armory*
"Ok...I think that if we stick around these crates and the armory, we can not get killed really fast and cover the wounded. Hopefully, our little perimeter will hold them off till our almight commander can do something."
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<b>AHHH!!!!111oneone xect is out to get us killed! WE n33d mag1c b33r now!!!11oneone</b>
*Jumps behind crates*
"Hi!"
*mutters* "hmmm if only i can go get the lmg back... on second thought..maybe not."</b></span>
"Ah, beautiful. Walking through walls."
*Starts smacking self upside the helmet to see if voice communication with the Commander can start working again*
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