<span style='color:purple'><b> " Anything else round here of value that you could patch up ? Well i'm no soldier but i guess i'm gonna need the ammo." *Starts getting ammo.*</b></span>
<span style='color:blue'> *gets up after finishing another two clips* *fills up ammo pouches* *takes a position next to the door way* *sits down against the wall again and starts to whittle Xs on new bullets* "Feh, I'm really starting to think getting off of here ain't gonna be so easy anymore. The CC's down, which means we can't really get an official communications out from here. Gonna have to go back out <i>there</i> and find a communications port, from which Ed can contact the fleet, God willing. Unless ofcourse, there is already a dropship incomming before the CC was totaled." *sighs and contines taking watch, whittling bullets away* </span>
Marik_SteeleTo rule in hell...Join Date: 2002-11-20Member: 9466Members
<span style='color:purple'> *Takes one more clip from the armory, totaling three spares* "Part of me wants to get the heck out of this stinkhole. Another other part makes me wish we'd find a way to crush these freaks to the point of embarassing them.
But most of me wants to beat down whoever or whatever let them in here in the first place. I'm still curious as to what was going on here before we arrived." </span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Jeezus. This place got owned. Let's just hope we don't meet the Kharaa that caused this." *looks over at Marik* "Marik, would that part of you be satisfied by a large fusion torpedo?" *tops up on ammo, then starts looking over the ex-commander* "Damn. He's pretty beat up. We need the station med facilities to get him on his feet again. Spark, you got anything in that bag of tricks that'll keep his internal bleeding to a minimum while we cart him round base? I don't think a medpack's gonna cut it."</span></span>
<span style='color:purple'><b> " Well i can stop the bleeding, but eventually the sealing will break, i could get rid of his pain but that also will wear off, try and not get hurt other wise you'll be in pain until we get off this ship." * Starts healing up the commander.* " There bleeding stop and the pain but it'll only last for 6-7 hours."</b></span>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*Loads up on ammo for Vladstock, and grabs 3 clips for LMG* "Lets get going to the medical centre of the station. The commander won't hold on for much longer" *sees a shelf. Breaks it and uses a piece of wood to carry the commander* "Could someone help me here?"</u></span>
<b>P-Khan, we're on a ship. We got here from Ariadne Guardpost, a nearby TSA station. That's the med facilities I was talking about.</b> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"That should be plenty long enough, Spark. Thanks." *walks over and helps Khan break off the shelf, then places it next to the commander* "Okay, get him on here. On three: </span></span><b>deja vu, anyone?</b><span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'> one, two, three!" *Spark and I lift the commander gently onto the makeshift stretcher* *touches headset* "So where to now, Boggles? Where are you holed up?"</span></span>
<span style='color:purple'><b> *Puts a blanket over the commander. Pours some pure alcohol onto the commanders wounds. And puts some in his backpack.* "We'll this'll help the wounds." "What now ? Any ideas on how to get out of here ?"</b></span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"Now you guys move to ...this waypoint and meet up with me. the main control room appears to be completely seperate from the rest of the ship, that airlock to the north of the mess hall is the divider. The kharaa haven't got this far yet (hopefully) so you shouldnt have too much trouble. You do need to hurry up though, that onos is right on your tail. i'm afrad you wasted a little too much time with the commander."</span></span></span>
<span style='color:white'> *Ed takes point* "Nugent 4 can wait, Lets move it guys, unless you want another Close encounter of the painful kind!" *Ed picks up the pace* </span>
<b>Characterjack! Hope you don't mind, 343_Guilty_Spark <!--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'>"Spark! Strap your end in!" *grabs a mesh strap from a belt pouch and straps the commander to the makeshift stretcher, while Spark does the same* "Okay, he's in. Move!" *picks up his end of the stretcher and moves off at a jog to the new waypoint, with Spark carrying the other end*</span></span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Ed, as long as that weapons locker's got something better than a Cx-10, I'm happy." *moves to rear of group, hoping that the Onos won't catch up*</span>
<b>I don't mind it was for a good cause <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
<span style='color:purple'>* Walks in time with Shade.* " You guys better look after us, we are sitting ducks like this."</span></b>
<b>Any chance of getting reinforcments soon? <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo--> Read the first 20 pgs. gave up after that</b>
<b>Perhaps, perhaps not. I can't (read: won't) tell you the future. You are the ones that have to decide what you'll do about your present situation, knowing the future would make it a pretty easy decision.</b>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"no, it looks like you are clear. The next room you are coming to is where i found all the dead peopl. maybe you could try to determine cause of death.
"i'm getting requests from the big boys at the TSA HQ. They really want this ship. As I am only a stand in commander, i cannot make the descision to send you back out there to take down the aliens, but if we don, we will need another base here, and some more res nodes. I havent fully explored this area yet, but there should be one or two lying around.
"your main priority is to get the comm over here where we can patch im up in peace. There is a med station around here somewhere, i noticed it on my way over. keep an eye out for it."</span></span></span>
<b> its up to you now. do er try to take back the ship and get some reinforcements or do we get the hell out of here?
@ Vragnor: change the setting to display the maximum number of posts per page. then you can read the first 20 pages and be right up to speed</b>
<span style='color:white'> "Sounds like a plan" *Ed turns a corner and comes to door, as it slides open, Ed is appauled by the sight, numerous bodies slumped over tables, lying on the floor, and against walls* "... I think im gonna be sick..." </span>
<b>So, we're through the airlock?</b> <span style='font-family:courier'><span style='color:green'>"Ho-lee ****." *looks around, aghast at all the death and mangled bodies* "From the looks of things they were pretty much beaten, mangled and chewed to death. Some of them are showing mild chemical burns. Without performing an autopsy I can't tell exactly, but it was definitely Kharaa. I don't think they were attacked by the larger aliens - the bite marks and slashes are too small." *touches headset* "Jesus. Boggles, I can't speak for the others, but unless they give me a direct order there is no way in hell I'm staying here. Maybe we'd better get the station on radio, so we can all talk to em."</span></span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"Well, if it was kharaa, why arent there any here now? the aliens just desert a whole section of the ship for nothing? Either it wasnt kharaa, or they know something we dont."</span></span></span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"What, do I look like a skulk to you? Taking a wild stab in the dark, maybe this place has absolutely no value to them whatsoever and they were just sweeping through killing the crew." *moves to one of the dead crew and closely inspects her injuries* "All I can tell you with absolute certainty is that they died from massive injuries to the limbs and abdomen, and subsequent blood loss. Some are puncture wounds, such as from a bite, others are deep cuts. The rest is anyone's guess - but I'm almost certain it was the Kharaa. Hey Karma, any ideas?" *starts pointing out wounds to Karma, describing how each was most likely inflicted*</span></span>
<span style='color:white'> *Ed looks over one of the bodies slumped over a table. "Jenkins, poor guy, we worked the same shift scrubbing the hull, poor guy didnt stand a cha---" *Ed pushes Jenkin's body back into the chair, numerous large sized bullet wounds pepper his abdomen.* "Night! come look at this! Unless the Beasties suddenly found out how to use a gun, then we may have another problem...." </span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"holy macaroni. I wasnt expecting that. maybe it was a mass suicide? kharaa caom, attack, get killed but leave their victims in agony. with no hope of getting any help they do the only humane thing and end it for each other. If thats true a few of them should have a gun. if its not, it means someone else is out there.</span></span></span>
<b><span style='color:purple'> *lays down the comander and takes a close inspection of a corpse, pulls out some tweezers and inserts into wound before pulling out a 12mm bullet.* " Holy christmas, they are full of bullets, who the hell did this ? I say we get the hell outta here. But Ed makes the call i guess." *Inspects another corpse and pulls out a broken knife blade before the corpse intestines fall out spins round quickly not looking.* " Oh my." " Is there anything like special cargo on the ship someone might want ??"</b></span>
<span style='color:blue'> *looks at Karma back into the corner* "Hey, get back in formation. Don't wanna have you faint again in a corner and lose you." *turns around and looks at the corpses* "Erm...does this station have sentry guns around this place or something? 12mm rounds aren't exactly what I'd see a normal everyday civilian carrying. Hell, the only place I've seen em is in high caliber pistols, sniper rifles in the military, and anti-personel sentries." *shivers* "I suddenly feel so happy. Not only could we get torn limb from limb, digested and/or bathed in acid, speared, <i>but</i> we could probably get blown apart by a rougly .50 caliber sentry! w00..." </span>
<b>12mm is approximately .50 on my ruler anyway. Correct me if I'm wrong.</b>
<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'><span style='font-family:Courier'> "Right. i want you guys to explore this area and tell me what you find. becauase this is separate from the rest of the ship, it should be pretty well equipped, and there may even be a few res nodes around. Go in threes, keep communication channels open and watch your backs. Karma, terran and ed, i want you to go left Spark, nightshade and spinviper, go right. The rest of you, go forward. Dont wander off alone. Let me know what you find."</span></span></span>
<b>Xect, this is getting out of hand. need input </b>
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" Anything else round here of value that you could patch up ? Well i'm no soldier but i guess i'm gonna need the ammo."
*Starts getting ammo.*</b></span>
*gets up after finishing another two clips*
*fills up ammo pouches*
*takes a position next to the door way*
*sits down against the wall again and starts to whittle Xs on new bullets*
"Feh, I'm really starting to think getting off of here ain't gonna be so easy anymore. The CC's down, which means we can't really get an official communications out from here. Gonna have to go back out <i>there</i> and find a communications port, from which Ed can contact the fleet, God willing. Unless ofcourse, there is already a dropship incomming before the CC was totaled."
*sighs and contines taking watch, whittling bullets away*
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*Takes one more clip from the armory, totaling three spares*
"Part of me wants to get the heck out of this stinkhole. Another other part makes me wish we'd find a way to crush these freaks to the point of embarassing them.
But most of me wants to beat down whoever or whatever let them in here in the first place. I'm still curious as to what was going on here before we arrived."
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*looks over at Marik*
"Marik, would that part of you be satisfied by a large fusion torpedo?"
*tops up on ammo, then starts looking over the ex-commander*
"Damn. He's pretty beat up. We need the station med facilities to get him on his feet again. Spark, you got anything in that bag of tricks that'll keep his internal bleeding to a minimum while we cart him round base? I don't think a medpack's gonna cut it."</span></span>
" Well i can stop the bleeding, but eventually the sealing will break, i could get rid of his pain but that also will wear off, try and not get hurt other wise you'll be in pain until we get off this ship."
* Starts healing up the commander.*
" There bleeding stop and the pain but it'll only last for 6-7 hours."</b></span>
"Lets get going to the medical centre of the station. The commander won't hold on for much longer"
*sees a shelf. Breaks it and uses a piece of wood to carry the commander*
"Could someone help me here?"</u></span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"That should be plenty long enough, Spark. Thanks."
*walks over and helps Khan break off the shelf, then places it next to the commander*
"Okay, get him on here. On three: </span></span><b>deja vu, anyone?</b><span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'> one, two, three!"
*Spark and I lift the commander gently onto the makeshift stretcher*
*touches headset*
"So where to now, Boggles? Where are you holed up?"</span></span>
*Puts a blanket over the commander. Pours some pure alcohol onto the commanders wounds. And puts some in his backpack.*
"We'll this'll help the wounds."
"What now ? Any ideas on how to get out of here ?"</b></span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"Now you guys move to ...this waypoint and meet up with me. the main control room appears to be completely seperate from the rest of the ship, that airlock to the north of the mess hall is the divider. The kharaa haven't got this far yet (hopefully) so you shouldnt have too much trouble. You do need to hurry up though, that onos is right on your tail. i'm afrad you wasted a little too much time with the commander."</span></span></span>
"Nugent 4 can wait, Lets move it guys, unless you want another Close encounter of the painful kind!"
*Ed picks up the pace* </span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Spark! Strap your end in!"
*grabs a mesh strap from a belt pouch and straps the commander to the makeshift stretcher, while Spark does the same*
"Okay, he's in. Move!"
*picks up his end of the stretcher and moves off at a jog to the new waypoint, with Spark carrying the other end*</span></span>
*moves to rear of group, hoping that the Onos won't catch up*</span>
<span style='color:purple'>* Walks in time with Shade.*
" You guys better look after us, we are sitting ducks like this."</span></b>
"I'll stay in the front. Again. Just let me know where exactly to go."</u></span>
<b>By the way guys, from now on I'll only be able to post things on Sundays. Can only use computers on Sundays cause of school. Parents sux....</b>
Sorry to hear that P-khan, thought you would be on your summer holidays by now.[B]
<span style='color:purple'>" Thanx P-Khan, Boggle we haven't got any Kharaa nearby have we ?"</span></b>
"i'm getting requests from the big boys at the TSA HQ. They really want this ship. As I am only a stand in commander, i cannot make the descision to send you back out there to take down the aliens, but if we don, we will need another base here, and some more res nodes. I havent fully explored this area yet, but there should be one or two lying around.
"your main priority is to get the comm over here where we can patch im up in peace. There is a med station around here somewhere, i noticed it on my way over. keep an eye out for it."</span></span></span>
<b> its up to you now. do er try to take back the ship and get some reinforcements or do we get the hell out of here?
@ Vragnor: change the setting to display the maximum number of posts per page. then you can read the first 20 pages and be right up to speed</b>
*Ed turns a corner and comes to door, as it slides open, Ed is appauled by the sight, numerous bodies slumped over tables, lying on the floor, and against walls*
"... I think im gonna be sick..." </span>
*Laughs insanely*</b></span>
<span style='font-family:courier'><span style='color:green'>"Ho-lee ****."
*looks around, aghast at all the death and mangled bodies*
"From the looks of things they were pretty much beaten, mangled and chewed to death. Some of them are showing mild chemical burns. Without performing an autopsy I can't tell exactly, but it was definitely Kharaa. I don't think they were attacked by the larger aliens - the bite marks and slashes are too small."
*touches headset*
"Jesus. Boggles, I can't speak for the others, but unless they give me a direct order there is no way in hell I'm staying here. Maybe we'd better get the station on radio, so we can all talk to em."</span></span>
*moves to one of the dead crew and closely inspects her injuries*
"All I can tell you with absolute certainty is that they died from massive injuries to the limbs and abdomen, and subsequent blood loss. Some are puncture wounds, such as from a bite, others are deep cuts. The rest is anyone's guess - but I'm almost certain it was the Kharaa. Hey Karma, any ideas?"
*starts pointing out wounds to Karma, describing how each was most likely inflicted*</span></span>
"Jenkins, poor guy, we worked the same shift scrubbing the hull, poor guy didnt stand a cha---"
*Ed pushes Jenkin's body back into the chair, numerous large sized bullet wounds pepper his abdomen.*
"Night! come look at this! Unless the Beasties suddenly found out how to use a gun, then we may have another problem...." </span>
<b>what a twist...
i hope you cleared that with xect first...</b>
"Uh. I suggest everyone takes a shot at anything they think looks suspicious."
*lays down the comander and takes a close inspection of a corpse, pulls out some tweezers and inserts into wound before pulling out a 12mm bullet.*
" Holy christmas, they are full of bullets, who the hell did this ? I say we get the hell outta here. But Ed makes the call i guess."
*Inspects another corpse and pulls out a broken knife blade before the corpse intestines fall out spins round quickly not looking.*
" Oh my."
" Is there anything like special cargo on the ship someone might want ??"</b></span>
*looks at Karma back into the corner*
"Hey, get back in formation. Don't wanna have you faint again in a corner and lose you."
*turns around and looks at the corpses*
"Erm...does this station have sentry guns around this place or something? 12mm rounds aren't exactly what I'd see a normal everyday civilian carrying. Hell, the only place I've seen em is in high caliber pistols, sniper rifles in the military, and anti-personel sentries."
*shivers*
"I suddenly feel so happy. Not only could we get torn limb from limb, digested and/or bathed in acid, speared, <i>but</i> we could probably get blown apart by a rougly .50 caliber sentry! w00..."
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<b>12mm is approximately .50 on my ruler anyway. Correct me if I'm wrong.</b>
<b>Xect, this is getting out of hand. need input </b>