<!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->Then I’m hit this trigger<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> k, like i was saying, I don't know english... meant to have a 'gonna'
<!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->the ship we saw is probably is this direction<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> I'm diagnosed with dyslexia, wow... fixed is to in.
<!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->haemorrhaging<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> dunno, it's hemorrhaging in the US.
ok, here we go... -------------------------------------- Chapter 10
The lights up ahead were flickering on and off. Some shadows projected themselves into phantasms of skulks and fades. Low growling sounds reverberated down the corridor, followed by a long stream of gunshots.
“Mimics. Let’s go.” Mike Ruffo motioned forward with his hand.
“Mimics? What are they doing? Sounds like some serious fighting going on up ahead.”
The three of them ran down the corridor, to find three Mimics standing behind a makeshift barrier around the corner. They were shooting at the intermittent skulk that strafed by. Ruffo nodded at Kevin, who primed his sonic rifle. A loud beeping sound came from Ruffo’s PDA. A long stream of profanity ended with a few sonic blasts fired at the Mimics.
The force of the sound blasts blew the Mimics back into the barriers. Or it would have, had the sonic blasts not blown the wall of scrap metal out into the corridor. An unlucky fade who had peeked its head off was immediately decapitated by a flying piece of metal. The sound of a skulk screaming as it was crushed pierced Ruffo’s ears, and all three of them dropped to the ground in anticipation of a counterattack. Gingo looked up to see the barrel of one of the Mimics pointing down at his head. Suddenly, the Mimics body was thrown against the wall, revealing the monstrosity of an Onos. It bellowed in anger at the three humans, who had dared to intrude. It moved its feet around, exposing the crumpled bodies of the other two Mimics.
“Fall Back!” Ruffo yelled and began shooting at the Onos while doing his best to run backward. Kevin ran forward as fast as possible before crouching and firing his sonic rifle. Nothing happened.
“Calibrate it, you dolt.” Ruffo screamed as the Onos brought its massive foot down, launching a shockwave at Gingo, who was still prone. He somehow jumped up, managing to pump shell after shell into the body of the Onos.
The legs of the Onos suddenly collapsed under it. Ruffo quickly ran forward. “Flashbacks, man. Looks like you learned something after getting eaten once, huh?”
“I don’t think so. Look.” Gingo pointed at the feet of the Onos, which were rapidly deteriorating.
“Yeah. That normally happens. The nano is overpowering the Kharaa bacterium or whatever.” Kevin came up behind them. “That always happens. What’s new?”
“It was deteriorating before it died, Kevin. That’s why it suddenly fell.” They inspected the now quickly decomposing body of the Onos.
“If you say so, Pete. Are you sure the gene therapy’s not getting to you? You’ve had it for the longest of us.”
“I’m fine.” Gingo walked over to one of the dead Mimics and ripped off its armor plate. “I think this holds the answers. We need to find some more Kharaa.”
Ruffo’s PDA beeped again. “Sh*t. Again. What the hell?”
*Proceed to Waypoint* The automated voice chimed in. A blue circle lit up on their HUDs. *You are now Squad 5*
“El-Cee, you’re in.”
“Yes, the cavalry has arrived.” Timothy Chan spoke up.
“Too late, we already got them.”
“Aww, you hear that boys? That’s what happens when you don’t know how to infantry spawn correctly. Fools!” Laughter sparked up on the other audio channels. “Ok sit tight. You’re being reinforced.”
“Do they have our mail?” joked Pete.
“Nope, but what they got is just as good.” -----------------------------------
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k, like i was saying, I don't know english... meant to have a 'gonna'
<!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->the ship we saw is probably is this direction<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
I'm diagnosed with dyslexia, wow... fixed is to in.
<!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->haemorrhaging<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
dunno, it's hemorrhaging in the US.
thanks tho.
Damn, college apps suck. Anyone here wanna get me in?
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Chapter 10
The lights up ahead were flickering on and off. Some shadows projected themselves into phantasms of skulks and fades. Low growling sounds reverberated down the corridor, followed by a long stream of gunshots.
“Mimics. Let’s go.” Mike Ruffo motioned forward with his hand.
“Mimics? What are they doing? Sounds like some serious fighting going on up ahead.”
The three of them ran down the corridor, to find three Mimics standing behind a makeshift barrier around the corner. They were shooting at the intermittent skulk that strafed by. Ruffo nodded at Kevin, who primed his sonic rifle. A loud beeping sound came from Ruffo’s PDA. A long stream of profanity ended with a few sonic blasts fired at the Mimics.
The force of the sound blasts blew the Mimics back into the barriers. Or it would have, had the sonic blasts not blown the wall of scrap metal out into the corridor. An unlucky fade who had peeked its head off was immediately decapitated by a flying piece of metal. The sound of a skulk screaming as it was crushed pierced Ruffo’s ears, and all three of them dropped to the ground in anticipation of a counterattack. Gingo looked up to see the barrel of one of the Mimics pointing down at his head. Suddenly, the Mimics body was thrown against the wall, revealing the monstrosity of an Onos. It bellowed in anger at the three humans, who had dared to intrude. It moved its feet around, exposing the crumpled bodies of the other two Mimics.
“Fall Back!” Ruffo yelled and began shooting at the Onos while doing his best to run backward. Kevin ran forward as fast as possible before crouching and firing his sonic rifle. Nothing happened.
“Calibrate it, you dolt.” Ruffo screamed as the Onos brought its massive foot down, launching a shockwave at Gingo, who was still prone. He somehow jumped up, managing to pump shell after shell into the body of the Onos.
The legs of the Onos suddenly collapsed under it. Ruffo quickly ran forward. “Flashbacks, man. Looks like you learned something after getting eaten once, huh?”
“I don’t think so. Look.” Gingo pointed at the feet of the Onos, which were rapidly deteriorating.
“Yeah. That normally happens. The nano is overpowering the Kharaa bacterium or whatever.” Kevin came up behind them. “That always happens. What’s new?”
“It was deteriorating before it died, Kevin. That’s why it suddenly fell.” They inspected the now quickly decomposing body of the Onos.
“If you say so, Pete. Are you sure the gene therapy’s not getting to you? You’ve had it for the longest of us.”
“I’m fine.” Gingo walked over to one of the dead Mimics and ripped off its armor plate. “I think this holds the answers. We need to find some more Kharaa.”
Ruffo’s PDA beeped again. “Sh*t. Again. What the hell?”
*Proceed to Waypoint* The automated voice chimed in. A blue circle lit up on their HUDs. *You are now Squad 5*
“El-Cee, you’re in.”
“Yes, the cavalry has arrived.” Timothy Chan spoke up.
“Too late, we already got them.”
“Aww, you hear that boys? That’s what happens when you don’t know how to infantry spawn correctly. Fools!” Laughter sparked up on the other audio channels. “Ok sit tight. You’re being reinforced.”
“Do they have our mail?” joked Pete.
“Nope, but what they got is just as good.”
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comments are always good.