USMC Mars Recon Post Omega
#1
Posted 01 March 2007 - 05:16 PM
"Snap out of it Marine! You've gotta clear that wall!" The Gunnery Sargent had no problems getting his attention. Ryn focused back in on his objective, a forty-foot wall that was fifteen yards out in front of him. Starting from a standstill, he began to sprint at it and then- he leaped. Ten feet up the wall was a chain rope to help people scale the wall easier. With less gravity than the Earth and more leg power than a Human, Ryn made it past the end of the chain and then climbed p the wall. At the top was a replica fort-bunker.
Ryn knew there was more to it, but he was the last one up except for the Gunney. he'd have to wait for the Gunny to figure the next part out.
If you meet me:
Have some courtesy,
Have some sympathy,
And some taste.
Use all your well-learned politesse,
Or I'll lay your soul to waste.
#2
Posted 01 March 2007 - 08:31 PM
#3
Posted 05 March 2007 - 06:03 PM
The Gunnery Sarge scaled the wall and hadn't even broken a sweat. "Heh," he said, "That wasn't even the hard part. You, last man, and that other kid," he pointed to Ryn and Bern, "You'll be crossing that feild down there." At the base of the wall/fort/bunker was a feild. Filled with razor wire and dummies. "And while you two little specs of insignificance are crawling in the dirt, you'll have to take out those dummies before they get you. Figuratively, of course." Ryn was too familiar with this. The targets were equipped with a 'tag' system, similar to some of the technology used on Earth back in the 2000s where they'd fire a laser at a troop and it would register a hit.
"Now get down there and work, gurnts!"
If you meet me:
Have some courtesy,
Have some sympathy,
And some taste.
Use all your well-learned politesse,
Or I'll lay your soul to waste.
#4
Posted 05 March 2007 - 10:24 PM
#5
Posted 07 March 2007 - 05:56 PM
"Hey!" he shouted to the other marine, "get out of there! We're done, I gottem all!"
If you meet me:
Have some courtesy,
Have some sympathy,
And some taste.
Use all your well-learned politesse,
Or I'll lay your soul to waste.
#6
Posted 07 March 2007 - 07:25 PM
Bern frowns, and moves over towards Ryn. He takes a much tighter grip of his Viper Rifle, as he looks around. Something was certainly amiss. That was over in a matter of seconds. Nothing was ever that easy, right?
#7
Posted 08 March 2007 - 05:08 PM
Right on time, a "bomb" went off just behind Ryn, "killing" him and "injuring" Bern. And the gunny hda just come down to rub it in their faces.
"Heh, noobies. That bomb was in plain sight, too. Your family, rookie, just got sent a box of bodyparts and what's left of your helmet. Which really is gonna make your lives miserable when you go in to see the Master Gunnery Sarge tonight... I'll leave you to yourselves now, I recommend you two go hit the showers- you smell like Mars mud."
Ryn shut his suit's sensors off, the scream of sirens in his ear were driving him crazy. He opened the bullet-glass visor plate and spit a loogi into the ground. Getting nailed the first week of training wasn't exactly his idea of fun...
If you meet me:
Have some courtesy,
Have some sympathy,
And some taste.
Use all your well-learned politesse,
Or I'll lay your soul to waste.
#8
Posted 13 March 2007 - 05:00 PM
Ryn and his 'buddy' he had worked with were on an unmarked ship, on their way to some city on Earth. The mission priorty given was "highest", something Ryn didn't expect to get for another ten years. Those were hard to come by, and Senority was the key to getting them.
The ship docked, and they were taken down by Space Elevator. Unbeknownst, they were meeting up with three Rebel fighters, directly below them. They would step out three blocks from the meeting.
If you meet me:
Have some courtesy,
Have some sympathy,
And some taste.
Use all your well-learned politesse,
Or I'll lay your soul to waste.
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