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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby OIL on Tue May 01, 2007 2:33 pm

There cryo chambers slowely opend and the group of marines slowely got out. The planet was bare there had been signals coming of shots being fired and explosioans so the marines were called in. Carmine stood up slowely rubbing his eyes from the chamber. He yawned and started to walk past the sgt. He gave him a bad look and went and geared up Sliding on his green vest style armour top and his camo trousers and heavy boots he slid his knife into his boot and a small pistol into his side and a small explosive charge was on him just incase he had to take his own life. making sure his heavy weight jet black smart gun and his standerd green pulse rifle were working. He had engraved the words hunter on his wepons with red ink and a tatoe of a strange helmet on his shoulder. They were gettin cloose to the planet and every one was laughing apart from private carmine he was too into his war state too eat. The planet was gettting cloooser and looked in bad condtion. There was life sighns more than the last marines that went down. Something was wrong something bad was gona happen he could feel it.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Janice Aizawa on Fri May 16, 2008 11:43 am

Kristin rose up rather shakily. She rubbed her eyes some which soon opened to reveal a light blue. Hair of a red was tied back in a braid. Feet soon stepped onto the ground, but she didn't stand up yet. She looked around some to simply let her vision readjust to the light and let her ears listen to the loud sounds before everything quieted down.

Dropping her head back, she let out a breath before taking another in. Average to slightly larger sized breasts moving with her breathing. She soon stood up before walking a few steps to let her legs start the flow of blood back into them.

She rose a hand to her head and pushed bangs out of her face before walking to what would have been a locker with her cloths in them. Simply in what would have been underwear and a tank top. She didn't bother to speak to anyone as she got herself dressed. Usual Marine attire.

She would then pull her hair out of the braid to brush it out before rep-braiding it. She then looked out the window at the approching planet. A few thoughts running through her mind as she watched it.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Commander7890 on Sun Mar 28, 2010 8:56 pm

Will got dressed, sliding on his armor and getting his weapons together, slinging his pulse rifle on his back, his knife made from the tail of a xenomorph, and his dual pistols, he checked for any malfunctions in all of his equipment.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Comrade 47 on Fri May 07, 2010 6:42 pm

On the planet below, Colonel Thompson's sleeping body was sprawled over the radio transmitter. It was hard to believe that anyone could sleep after what he'd been through. He and his men had been sent to the planet to act as peacekeepers in the event that a civil war broke out between two hostile political groups. Thompson wasn't quite sure that they had landed on the correct planet, and before he could contact command to confirm, the group was attacked by reptilian aliens. Of the fifty to land on the planet, only sixteen survived the first attack. By the end of the first day, Thompson had been separated from the rest of the survivors and forced to hide inside of an abandoned communications facility. He had signaled for an evac, and had fallen asleep at the radio.

He jolted awake from a terrible nightmare involving the same monsters that had attacked him the day before. He checked to ensure that the door to the communication room was still secure, and then moved on to check his supplies and weapons. He had no rations, a few grenades, a few rifle magazines and a pulse rifle left. Thompson didn't know if his call for help had been heard, but he did know that he would have to move to an open area where a drop-ship could pick him up, if one was coming...
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