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« Reply #20 on: November 23, 2009, 06:00:13 pm » |
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Marine 1: Sir, it's to late. O'Brien is down. We need to follow his orders and advance into the city before we wind up like him.
Marine 2: Get in the remaining hogs and head up towards the city.
*The marines get into the warthogs as Corprol Locklear heads towards a small trench where several chairs and a radio stand are located.*
Locklear: I'll stay with the wounded.
*Locklear approaches the radio where he hears communications from the space battle*
Comms Officer: Sir, two Covenant destroyers in bound
Admiral: Charge up MAC rounds, fire all archer pods.
Comms Officer: Yes, sir.
*Sound of plasma fire*
Admiral: What the heck was that?
*Sirens go off*
Comms Officer: Plasma torpedos.
Admiral: Rodriquez, damamge report?
Crewman Rodriquez: Damage is minimal, it deactivated our MAC though.
Admiral: Master Sergeant, launch remaining Longswords. Get as close as you can to the shields and activate the SHIVAs.
Master Sergeant McDonald:Yes, admiral. *Over loudspeaker*: All pilots to the deck now.
Comms Officer: I got reports of an in system slipspace rupture.
Admiral: Ours?
Comms Officer: I don't know yet
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Incorrect, I for one, can honestly say say, I'm just a large sandwich, that loves Lego and has a vision or two....
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