Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20150423015312/@comment-24217012-20150921104611

Johnathon Strider wrote:
 * Dr. Hastings finishes stiching up a deep gash in Phoenix's well built chest. He injects another setative into Phoenix's wrist. He looks to the group.

Hastings: There, I'm done. That should stop him from being loony.


 * He looks back at Phoenix.

Hastings: I wouldn't do much for now. Not until all these damned wounds heal. Till then, you're staying in this make-shift hospital.


 * Just then, Lt. Hanchel approches Commander Thomas Landry.

Lt. Hanchel: Sir, some of our birds are reporting enemy ground forces inbound for our position.

Landry: How many and where from?

Lt. Hanchel: They said about 10,000 units including infantry, armor, and air support. They're coming from several cloak towers east of here. We estimate they will be here witjin the hour.

Landry: What are they hiding with those towers?


 * He looks back at Lt. Hanchel.

Landry: I want all personel ready within the next 25 minutes. Marines, sailors, everything. We have to defend this base if we're going to keep a foot hold on this planet.

Lt. Hanchel: Aye!

(Strider... you cursed. Did you saw what is written in the rules for cursing?)
 * With that Lt. Hanchel salutes Commander Landry, who returns it, and walks out of the make-shift infermary/command center, in the Albatross heavy dropship, and begins giving out the orders. Marines ready their weapons and form up in their squads. Naval personel find weapons and suitable armor and make their own groups. Tankers ready their Scorpions, check ammunition, and swab out their 90mm barrels for debris. Meanwhile, Pelicans drop off newly found survivers, vehicles, and ammuntition and speed off to find more.