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Post by Sensorium on Oct 19, 2004 14:22:57 GMT -5
"No were not going to stay, we have to find the rest of the squad." Dysons say, slowly standing from his crouch.
"Snow ball help Shep up, I'll take point again, and lets go slow and quiet."
(Tag GM)
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Post by dakota on Oct 20, 2004 9:26:49 GMT -5
" I can get up on my own, dammit. And watch it with those claws." Shepherd grumbled as Snowball hooked a paw under his arm. Brushing the helping hand away, the sergeant started to pull himself up. As he made it to his feet, he quickly dove back to cover as a rail gun burst to life ahead of the trio and brought his rifle around, but didn't fire. As Snowball growled, Shepherd started ranting." Why that simple, good for nothing, miserable..."
(Tag- Dyson)
(GM Note- Dyson's perc roll is lucky to tell him it's still daylight ;D )
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Post by Sensorium on Oct 21, 2004 7:44:34 GMT -5
Dyson dives for cover as well, then crawls on his elbows to the base of a nearby tree which he takes further cover behind.
As soon as he can Dyson will stand up behind the tree and lean out ,sweet the area with his C-27 looking for the source of the rail gun fire and to see what happened to Shep and Snowball.
(Tag GM)
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Post by dakota on Oct 21, 2004 20:23:24 GMT -5
Standing up, Dyson quickly realizes that the shots are being fired at a huge crocodile looming up from it's ambush place, halfway acrossed to the source of the fire. " That's Mikey's 500, I know that thing anywheres. What's he firing at?" Shep makes his way up to Dyson's position, and looks for himself." Whoa, that is one big critter."
As the creature swung to face the others, Snowball loomed overhead." So, do we have plan?"
(Tag- Dyson)
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Post by dakota on Oct 21, 2004 21:57:26 GMT -5
"Guess that answer's that." Shepherd replies to Snowball as the four weapons on fire on the oversized croc. Badly wounded, you watch as it wheels away and begins to retreat, seeking easier prey. It moans as it passes within striking distance, but only moans in pain as it continues on.
Shepherd whistles as it passes, his disorientation sinking back in as the adrenaline wears off, and flops over limply onto his backside." I haven't seen one of those since I did a stint down around the swamps." Though understandable, his speech is slurred worse than it had been. " Uh, I'm gonna be sick..." He pulls off his helmet and turns away, body convulsing as he begins to wretch.
Snowball curls up his nose, giving Dysons a disgusted look while shaking his head
(Tag- Dyson, I should have checked the other thread first, before the previous post)
Continued in Chapter 4
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