Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20150423015312/@comment-24852191-20150921220329


 * Landry's leaning in the door way, watching the marines, ODSTs, and other personel scramble to get ready. Of the 5,000 compliment of the Hansgraf, 800 of which were marines or ODSTs, they were now to only 247 personel, of wich only about 89 were marine or ODST. It reminds himself of a famous battle from earth's historyHe thinks to himself, 'If we're going to survive, we will need everyone we can get.'


 * Just then Phoenix giggles again, which at this poin is greatly annoying Commander Landry. So, he leaves the Albatross and walks across the so called "court yard", which was nothing more than an open space surrounded by the wreckage of a collapsed skyscraper. When he gets to the other side, he checks on some crates, scavaged from the Hansgraf's wreckage. One in particular catches his eye. It is labbled in a rather crude marker "Honor Guard Blanks". He grins and takes a clip out of the crate and finds a DMR, or designated marksman rifle, in which to load it into. The ammo counter reads 14. He walks back to the Albatross as several personel scramble to ready themselves for the coming battle.


 * When he walks into the the make-shift command center/infermary, he looks Dr. Hastings.

Landry: Sorry, doc, but we need everybody for the fight.

Dr. Hastings: Fine! But, how is he supposed to fight when he's all looney?


 * Landry raises the DMR to level with Phoenix's left ear and grins.

Landry: I have my ways.


 * Landry squeezes the rifle's trigger, causing the gun to let out its signiture sharp crack of a boom. The shot echos through out thr dropship. Phoenix suddenly snaps out of it, flys strait up, and face plants into the cieling. He crashes to the floor with a loud thud.