*places his bag on a clear tabletop, unzips it and pulls out a badly beaten-looking bullpup carbine with the name "Rita" etched on an obviously modified heatguard*
"What? It still works..."
*takes aim on a second skulk and squeezes the trigger. Three spent cases make a hollow ringing on the deck as the hologram skulk winks out*</span>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*finishes off the porridge, and goes to fireing range. Sees Headcrab* "Hey man, came to practice also?" *Takes out a pistol resembling a magnum, but with more space for bullets. 20 bullets.* "Just recieved this gun from home. It was my brother's. he used to call it Marsha" *enters a closed room and presses a button. A door opens and real skulks enter, but they can't reach me since turrets don't allow them to get too close* "I like to shoot real skulks" *Starts shooting skulks* "I don't get something Ed. Why were you pressed charges, if you actually saved us all? Just cause we didn't manage to save a ship they blamed it on you?"</u></span>
<span style='font-family:Geneva'><span style='color:red'><i> *Runs and grabs bag from under bunk back in living quarters. Swings bag over shoulder and then hurries down to firing range.*
"I need some target practice. Haven't had much trigger time lately."
*pulls out a Spas 12 shotgun, 'Rachael' is carved into the pistol grip. Enters the 'Skulk' range. Unfolds and shoulders the stock, taking aim at holographic skulks flapping within a bulletproof dome.*
"Anyone care to join me?"
*Fires 12 gauge shells, racking the shotgun with a satisfying -click click-* </span> </span> </i>
<span style='color:blue'> "Ayiee!" *collapses to the ground under the sudden weight of Spin* "Oww..." *me gets back up, and lifts Spin to his feet* "Aye, ello Spin! It's good to see your still around. I thought they might have done something bad to you for all that stuff you did on the W.T.Hell." *starts walking over to the range* "No b33r right now. Must stay sober, besides, I have to do my 200 rounds of practice today. Haven't done 'em yet. Wanna tag along? Mostly everybody's gone to the range right now." </span> <b>Hmm, xect will most likely make your weapons "weaker" since they don't pack the technologically advanced/superior punch of the current shotgun, LMG, etc. He'll also probably want a backup story as to how and why you've got that weapon on you. Send it to him in a PM.</b>
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<span style='color:gray'><span style='font-family:Arial'>*takes out a standard TSA pistol, slightly modified, to slow down the bullet a little more, making it much easier to tear skin or mesh off of just about anything. Takes aim at the skulk, takes 4 shots, and the hologram winks out*
"Maybe we oughta get this thing to be a moving target? I always enjoyed those more."</span></span>
<span style='color:orange'>*walks into firing range, helmet off, belt-length hair trailing behind* "Hey guys, good to see ya!" *notices Ed* "What the hell are you doing here?!"</span>
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edited August 2003
<span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='color:gray'>"My God. How did you get past the interrogations with your hair like that?! They cut mine right in there!"</span></span>
<span style='color:red'>"Hi miss! Oh..sorry Dark. Did that thing get longer?" *Sets bag down on ground and sits down. Proceeds to clean lmg and pistol.* "Why is there a scope on this thing? So inaccurate it doesn't help" *Rips scope off lmg. Attaches to pistol* "This is better! (to weapons officer) Requesting scope alignment!" *Hands in pistol and proceeds to load 75 rounds into 2 moving skulks. Both lose their head, and half their bodies* " Need some more of these extended clips"</span>
NeonSpyder"Das est NTLDR?"Join Date: 2003-07-03Member: 17913Members
edited August 2003
Eeep! what happened last game guys?! i missed everything beyond pg93! im assumin i made it off alive too?
<span style='color:green'><i>*walks into mess hall, finds it deserted...* *thinks to self* "i thaught we were all supposed to meet here after the breifing?" *looks under table* "nope, no spinviper"
*walks up to serving table, and grabs a granola bar, and a serve of wheaties* *sits down and thouroghly enjoy's weaties*</i></span>
<span style='color:purple'><b> " Bah i hate shooting, i'm gonna raid the medic store here, seeing how you lot went through my supplies. *Finishes off toast.* " Ok i'm off, gonna raid the store, i'll try and meet up with you guys." *Pats Ed on the back.* " Nice to see you back." *Takes slice of toast ands walks off.*</b></span>
<span style='color:white'> *Ed turns and looks at Darkness* "The Hearing's desision was that I be assigned to a Fronteirsman squad until further notice. Guess what outfit i got assigned to? *Ed smiles* "Also, they assigned me to Recycling duty during the trial , the W.T.Hell had a lot of scrap left over, but amongst it, i found somthing of yours." *Ed walks over to the locker and pulls out a rag with somthing in it.* "while i was under house arrestm i had enough time to get her working again, althoug she's still a little singed and needs a good polish, she works." *Ed moves away the rag, revealing an awefully famillar P 228, albiet a little dirty.*</span>
<i><span style='color:orange'> *I watch as the group departs to the firing range, wondering about all those heavy-looking things they carry. Definitively, this is worst than what I originally thought. I look at the station map and search for the recreation room, trying not to think as I head over there.*</i></span>
<b>Ok, just a question here, how many of you did NOT sneak in weird weapons? Listen, special weapons is the exception, not the rule. I think I'll let Wynona pass, "she" has quite a special position in the story now. The P228 goes too I guess. Everyone else will have to go with more or less standard equipment.
By the way, now we're at it, *I think I'm gonna get a font for Deral too (the commander from the W.T.Hell), to distinguish him from the story-telling</b>
<span style='color:white'><b>*Enters the room, looks around and spots the crew from the last mission.* "Hey, seems all of you got to stay. Even Viper, despite your little "detour" last time <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->. Well, seems I'll be ready to go again shortly, those medics work wonders. I even managed to get fixed without them pumping those medical nanos in me, despite the fact that I kept commanding even though my wounds were worse than they normally allow. Better not get too much of that stuff inside me if I can avoid it, not even sure what those long-term effects they speak of are supposed to be." *spots the newcomers* "Hey, seems we've got ourselves some new blood. Well, I guess I'd better show you what happens when you're alone in a base with those creep" *pulls up sleeve and reveals a scar looking like something long and sharp went right trough the arm* "So watch your back out there. Of cause, I wouldnt have been alone if the guard team hadnt decided to die, but I guess that's life" *Gets something to eat and sits down*</b></span>
<span style='font-family:Geneva'><span style='color:red'><i> *Throws Spas 12 in trash compactor, and then proceeds back to the messhall. Snatches another Mountain Dew and sits down alone. Thinks to self: *
<b>Hey xect, can I keep my Vladstok then? I had it during the first Adriane Guardpost.... </b>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*gets out of live ammunition/skulks training room* "That was good" *sees Cyberoptic looking at map* "Hey, fresh meat, how ya doing? Name's P-Khan" *shakes hand* "So, where were you before here? Not Boot Camp I hope...."</u></span>
<span style='color:red'>*Picks up scoper pistol. Fires a couple rounds into holo-skulk. Misses all but one.* "Bah! These scopes just suck." *Rips scope off* "Wish they could've let me keep my AWM from home. Thing's so powerful it kills anything in its way, even with FF." *Picks up lmg and takes apart* "Hmm, anyone have an idea on how to improve the accuracy of this thing?"</span>
<span style='color:orange'><i>*I turn around when I heard P-Khan's voice and I shake the hand he offers me* "Nice t' meet ya. Not 'xactly boot camp... got booted outta it... heh heh heh. You from the team who recently busted up' some alien buttock?"</i></span>
<b>I can't believe I missed the start of this thread. Damn. And apart from my field medical kit (left it in my quarters when on W.T. Hell) I have standard guns Xect, question. I don't remember you ever saying anything about what I said last thread about medics starting at PFC rather than private. Could you please say something about it now, so I don't make an arse of myself again?</b> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*wanders into mess hall and grabs a ration bar, then walks off to the firing range, munching on the bar as he walks* "Hey everyone, how you been holding up?" *looks around at all the faces, some familiar, others unfamiliar, then spots Ed in the group* "Hey! Ed! How the hell are you? How'd that stomach of yours turn out? And what are you doing in a TSA uniform?" *spots Deral, our old comm* "Hey Deral. Heard you had a rough time in the infirmary after our little encounter on the W.T. Hell. That's one heck of a scar you got yourself there. Heh, next RnR we get you can use it to impress chicks with." *grins* *looks at Cyberoptic as if studying a lab specimen* "Booted out of boot camp? Great. I hope you know how to handle that peashooter of yours in combat." *looks around the room* "So yeah, what's happening?"</span></span>
<i><span style='color:orange'>*I look at Night shade, and I scratch the back of my head* "Umm... yeah, I have an idea howta use the peashutter... or is it peeshooter?." *Looks at Deral* "Oooppss, sorry commander, hadn't seen ya. Grunt Cyberoptic reporting" *I try to do a salute that won't look like I'm nervous*</span></i>
<span style='color:gray'><u>"Hey, Cyperoptic, relax man. In the battlefield that's the last thing you'll be worried about" *takes out my trusted vodka bottle, and takes a drink* "Yeah, I was with the guys on W.T. Hell. But whenever I remember it, I want to drink untill I can forget it." *takes another drink of vodka*</u></span>
<span style='color:red'>"Vodka eh? Good stuff. I got my own tho." *Pulls out flask of gin, taking a looooong swig* "Good stuff. Smuggl...My family sent it from home." *Picks up nade launcher* "Not very accurate but it sure is hella fun to blow sh** up <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo--> "</span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*sees Vragnor playing with a grenade launcher* "Yeah, they make things go pop, but you're screwed if a skulk starts chomping on your ankle. I don't mind the LMG myself, but then most of my training involved my field kit - I just don't have the skill to handle the bigger guns."</span></span>
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*places his bag on a clear tabletop, unzips it and pulls out a badly beaten-looking bullpup carbine with the name "Rita" etched on an obviously modified heatguard*
"What? It still works..."
*takes aim on a second skulk and squeezes the trigger. Three spent cases make a hollow ringing on the deck as the hologram skulk winks out*</span>
"Hey man, came to practice also?"
*Takes out a pistol resembling a magnum, but with more space for bullets. 20 bullets.*
"Just recieved this gun from home. It was my brother's. he used to call it Marsha"
*enters a closed room and presses a button. A door opens and real skulks enter, but they can't reach me since turrets don't allow them to get too close*
"I like to shoot real skulks"
*Starts shooting skulks*
"I don't get something Ed. Why were you pressed charges, if you actually saved us all? Just cause we didn't manage to save a ship they blamed it on you?"</u></span>
*Runs and grabs bag from under bunk back in living quarters. Swings bag over shoulder and then hurries down to firing range.*
"I need some target practice. Haven't had much trigger time lately."
*pulls out a Spas 12 shotgun, 'Rachael' is carved into the pistol grip. Enters the 'Skulk' range. Unfolds and shoulders the stock, taking aim at holographic skulks flapping within a bulletproof dome.*
"Anyone care to join me?"
*Fires 12 gauge shells, racking the shotgun with a satisfying -click click-*
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"Hello!!"
"Want some m4g1c wh1sk3y?"</b></span>
<b>Hey you cant pull out carbines and spas 12's if you dont have xects permition.
So xect can i have the stuff i pmed u about?</b>
"Ayiee!"
*collapses to the ground under the sudden weight of Spin*
"Oww..."
*me gets back up, and lifts Spin to his feet*
"Aye, ello Spin! It's good to see your still around. I thought they might have done something bad to you for all that stuff you did on the W.T.Hell."
*starts walking over to the range*
"No b33r right now. Must stay sober, besides, I have to do my 200 rounds of practice today. Haven't done 'em yet. Wanna tag along? Mostly everybody's gone to the range right now."
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<b>Hmm, xect will most likely make your weapons "weaker" since they don't pack the technologically advanced/superior punch of the current shotgun, LMG, etc. He'll also probably want a backup story as to how and why you've got that weapon on you. Send it to him in a PM.</b>
"Maybe we oughta get this thing to be a moving target? I always enjoyed those more."</span></span>
"Hey guys, good to see ya!"
*notices Ed*
"What the hell are you doing here?!"</span>
*Sets bag down on ground and sits down. Proceeds to clean lmg and pistol.*
"Why is there a scope on this thing? So inaccurate it doesn't help"
*Rips scope off lmg. Attaches to pistol*
"This is better! (to weapons officer) Requesting scope alignment!"
*Hands in pistol and proceeds to load 75 rounds into 2 moving skulks. Both lose their head, and half their bodies*
" Need some more of these extended clips"</span>
<b>edit:removed underline, plain red mine now</b>
<span style='color:green'><i>*walks into mess hall, finds it deserted...*
*thinks to self* "i thaught we were all supposed to meet here after the breifing?"
*looks under table* "nope, no spinviper"
*walks up to serving table, and grabs a granola bar, and a serve of wheaties*
*sits down and thouroghly enjoy's weaties*</i></span>
" Bah i hate shooting, i'm gonna raid the medic store here, seeing how you lot went through my supplies.
*Finishes off toast.*
" Ok i'm off, gonna raid the store, i'll try and meet up with you guys."
*Pats Ed on the back.*
" Nice to see you back."
*Takes slice of toast ands walks off.*</b></span>
"The Hearing's desision was that I be assigned to a Fronteirsman squad until further notice. Guess what outfit i got assigned to? *Ed smiles* "Also, they assigned me to Recycling duty during the trial , the W.T.Hell had a lot of scrap left over, but amongst it, i found somthing of yours." *Ed walks over to the locker and pulls out a rag with somthing in it.* "while i was under house arrestm i had enough time to get her working again, althoug she's still a little singed and needs a good polish, she works." *Ed moves away the rag, revealing an awefully famillar P 228, albiet a little dirty.*</span>
*I watch as the group departs to the firing range, wondering about all those heavy-looking things they carry. Definitively, this is worst than what I originally thought. I look at the station map and search for the recreation room, trying not to think as I head over there.*</i></span>
*Fires modded LMG at a fade*</b></span>
EDIT: Can i try DMing?
By the way, now we're at it, *I think I'm gonna get a font for Deral too (the commander from the W.T.Hell), to distinguish him from the story-telling</b>
<span style='color:white'><b>*Enters the room, looks around and spots the crew from the last mission.*
"Hey, seems all of you got to stay. Even Viper, despite your little "detour" last time <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->. Well, seems I'll be ready to go again shortly, those medics work wonders. I even managed to get fixed without them pumping those medical nanos in me, despite the fact that I kept commanding even though my wounds were worse than they normally allow. Better not get too much of that stuff inside me if I can avoid it, not even sure what those long-term effects they speak of are supposed to be."
*spots the newcomers*
"Hey, seems we've got ourselves some new blood. Well, I guess I'd better show you what happens when you're alone in a base with those creep"
*pulls up sleeve and reveals a scar looking like something long and sharp went right trough the arm*
"So watch your back out there. Of cause, I wouldnt have been alone if the guard team hadnt decided to die, but I guess that's life"
*Gets something to eat and sits down*</b></span>
"Anyone wondering whats going on?"</span>
can i join the story again pretty pleaseee</b>
*Throws Spas 12 in trash compactor, and then proceeds back to the messhall. Snatches another Mountain Dew and sits down alone. Thinks to self: *
"I wish we'd get moving."
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<span style='color:gray'><u>*gets out of live ammunition/skulks training room*
"That was good"
*sees Cyberoptic looking at map*
"Hey, fresh meat, how ya doing? Name's P-Khan"
*shakes hand*
"So, where were you before here? Not Boot Camp I hope...."</u></span>
"Bah! These scopes just suck."
*Rips scope off*
"Wish they could've let me keep my AWM from home. Thing's so powerful it kills anything in its way, even with FF."
*Picks up lmg and takes apart*
"Hmm, anyone have an idea on how to improve the accuracy of this thing?"</span>
"Nice t' meet ya. Not 'xactly boot camp... got booted outta it... heh heh heh. You from the team who recently busted up' some alien buttock?"</i></span>
Xect, question. I don't remember you ever saying anything about what I said last thread about medics starting at PFC rather than private. Could you please say something about it now, so I don't make an arse of myself again?</b>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*wanders into mess hall and grabs a ration bar, then walks off to the firing range, munching on the bar as he walks*
"Hey everyone, how you been holding up?"
*looks around at all the faces, some familiar, others unfamiliar, then spots Ed in the group*
"Hey! Ed! How the hell are you? How'd that stomach of yours turn out? And what are you doing in a TSA uniform?"
*spots Deral, our old comm*
"Hey Deral. Heard you had a rough time in the infirmary after our little encounter on the W.T. Hell. That's one heck of a scar you got yourself there. Heh, next RnR we get you can use it to impress chicks with." *grins*
*looks at Cyberoptic as if studying a lab specimen*
"Booted out of boot camp? Great. I hope you know how to handle that peashooter of yours in combat."
*looks around the room*
"So yeah, what's happening?"</span></span>
"Umm... yeah, I have an idea howta use the peashutter... or is it peeshooter?."
*Looks at Deral*
"Oooppss, sorry commander, hadn't seen ya. Grunt Cyberoptic reporting"
*I try to do a salute that won't look like I'm nervous*</span></i>
*takes out my trusted vodka bottle, and takes a drink*
"Yeah, I was with the guys on W.T. Hell. But whenever I remember it, I want to drink untill I can forget it."
*takes another drink of vodka*</u></span>
*Pulls out flask of gin, taking a looooong swig*
"Good stuff. Smuggl...My family sent it from home."
*Picks up nade launcher*
"Not very accurate but it sure is hella fun to blow sh** up <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo--> "</span>
"Yeah, they make things go pop, but you're screwed if a skulk starts chomping on your ankle. I don't mind the LMG myself, but then most of my training involved my field kit - I just don't have the skill to handle the bigger guns."</span></span>