The Rogues.
cshank4
Join Date: 2003-02-11 Member: 13425Members
Join Date: 2003-02-11 Member: 13425Members
<div class="IPBDescription">A Frontiersman squad's story.</div> A large frieghter hung in space like an ancient sea monster, all its running lights were dead, flames licked as sparks were igneted on seaping fuel and atmosphere. A large organic mass had started growing on it from the engine block torwards the bridge and covered most of the hull.
A small TSA Dropship sped in torwards the hulk. Sixteen marines sat in the troop bay of the ship, a couple polishing there weapons, a few others staring at the commander.
'... and that concludes our annalysis... Private Mokle, ARE YOU LISTENING?!'
The private in question sat head banging and playing an air guitar. The commander walked torwards him and put the muzzle of his pistol to his forhead. 'Answere me, boy.' The commander felt a dull poke in his ribcage and looked down, there was an LMG in his side and Private Mokle sat grinning ear to ear 'Caught you again, sir.'
'So you did, lets hope you save it for the kahraa.'
The dropship pilot leaned back and said in a smooth voice 'Were docked, you grunts get off my ship.
A bulky female marine stepped forward and started to weld the doorway. It opened with a Hiss-bang.... all the soldiers turned on there Halogen Spotlights and looked at the hallway...
'My God.' One said what the others were thinking. Dead corpses, half eaten littered the corridor, blood was spilled everywhere. One even hung half - half out of a vent..
'Well time to goto work.'
RnR please.
A small TSA Dropship sped in torwards the hulk. Sixteen marines sat in the troop bay of the ship, a couple polishing there weapons, a few others staring at the commander.
'... and that concludes our annalysis... Private Mokle, ARE YOU LISTENING?!'
The private in question sat head banging and playing an air guitar. The commander walked torwards him and put the muzzle of his pistol to his forhead. 'Answere me, boy.' The commander felt a dull poke in his ribcage and looked down, there was an LMG in his side and Private Mokle sat grinning ear to ear 'Caught you again, sir.'
'So you did, lets hope you save it for the kahraa.'
The dropship pilot leaned back and said in a smooth voice 'Were docked, you grunts get off my ship.
A bulky female marine stepped forward and started to weld the doorway. It opened with a Hiss-bang.... all the soldiers turned on there Halogen Spotlights and looked at the hallway...
'My God.' One said what the others were thinking. Dead corpses, half eaten littered the corridor, blood was spilled everywhere. One even hung half - half out of a vent..
'Well time to goto work.'
RnR please.
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