Hellhounds. A Starcraft RP (Recruitment by invite only; send msg) Chapter 1: Fall of the Confederacy
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ooc : no worries dude. We just got out of the fight with the Zerg and are about to ship off Antiga Prime. You can jump in a dropship and join us. You only missed a battle. No real story elements.
I can't do it right now though. I'll join next time I'm on my computer.(I don't have much time.)
Chris boarded the Cerberus and made his way directly to the bridge. When he arrived he was immediately greeted by Rick and a huge smile.
"Hey man!" Rick said. "You guys did great!"
"You weren't too bad yourself." Chris replied. He took a look around. "But hey, wait. Where the hell is the captain of this ship?"
"Well that's the thing." Rick explained. "We had to sorta initiate a mutiny to get back to you guys."
Chris laughed. "Are you... serious?"
"Yeah, unfortunately." Rick said. "Captain didn't want to go back for you guys, said top brass gave him strict orders to get out of there."
"You didn't... kill him did you?" Chris asked, worried.
"What?" Rick said, taken aback. "No, no we just threw him in the brig. We all wanted to bring you back so it wasn't any trouble getting him thrown in there." He laughed at the end.
"Well," Chris began, "you know that may mean a courtmarshal don't you?"
"I'm not too worried." Rick replied. "They'd have to courtmarshal the whole crew, minus the captain obviously. And besides, we just saved the Hellhounds!"
Chris chuckled. "Good work, Commander."
He turned and walked off the bridge. He was heading to the armory to start debriefing his team. That, and get out of all that damn armor.
"Hey man!" Rick said. "You guys did great!"
"You weren't too bad yourself." Chris replied. He took a look around. "But hey, wait. Where the hell is the captain of this ship?"
"Well that's the thing." Rick explained. "We had to sorta initiate a mutiny to get back to you guys."
Chris laughed. "Are you... serious?"
"Yeah, unfortunately." Rick said. "Captain didn't want to go back for you guys, said top brass gave him strict orders to get out of there."
"You didn't... kill him did you?" Chris asked, worried.
"What?" Rick said, taken aback. "No, no we just threw him in the brig. We all wanted to bring you back so it wasn't any trouble getting him thrown in there." He laughed at the end.
"Well," Chris began, "you know that may mean a courtmarshal don't you?"
"I'm not too worried." Rick replied. "They'd have to courtmarshal the whole crew, minus the captain obviously. And besides, we just saved the Hellhounds!"
Chris chuckled. "Good work, Commander."
He turned and walked off the bridge. He was heading to the armory to start debriefing his team. That, and get out of all that damn armor.
With his last rounds gone from his gun and looking up at the huge ship that just saved there skins he lets out a sigh of relef. then as a custom of his he pulls out his side arm and walks towards the battle field firing at anything that moved and putting it out of it missory. Even though he had the utmost hatred for these lothsome creatures he still had some respect for the way they fought, a million beings controlled by one mind, In its own discusting way its the perfect way of life and the perfect weopon.
Getting to the LZ and flying up to the ship about to take him to safty he goes over the comm for the last time before he would take off his suit."Good hunting boys, good hunting..." Looking over the battle field from the safty of the drop ship he got a complete view of the distruction that had accored. Bodys littered the ground with the blood paintting the ground a redish brown.
Getting to the Cerberus he waits his turn to get his armor removed, Damamaged or not takeing it off way always anoying. The motors and arms of the machine pulled it to pieces and some how leaving him feeling naked. Takeing his huge gun and side arm to the armory he stored it for use next time. "I still need more bullets" he thinks to himself
Getting to the LZ and flying up to the ship about to take him to safty he goes over the comm for the last time before he would take off his suit."Good hunting boys, good hunting..." Looking over the battle field from the safty of the drop ship he got a complete view of the distruction that had accored. Bodys littered the ground with the blood paintting the ground a redish brown.
Getting to the Cerberus he waits his turn to get his armor removed, Damamaged or not takeing it off way always anoying. The motors and arms of the machine pulled it to pieces and some how leaving him feeling naked. Takeing his huge gun and side arm to the armory he stored it for use next time. "I still need more bullets" he thinks to himself
"All Hellhounds squad members report to the Armory for debriefing and an ice cold beer." Chris said over both the squad comms and the ship's comms. "On me."
He stood in the armory and began stripping off the pieces of his armor. He had gotten so used to doing it that he was now able to take everything down to his gel suit off in under 5 minutes. He placed all the pieces in a crate with his name on it. The crate would be sent to the armory's repair bay so that they could repair the armor inside it. Chris then stood in his gel suit. The last layer underneath the armor, it contained a gel-like substance that could be regulated to the temperature of the environment a Marine was in. Not every Marine had this luxury for their armor, but the Hellhounds always had the best. He stripped off the gel suit and put it in the armor crate. He then sealed it shut and a light appeared on it, indicating it was ready to be transported into the repair bay. Chris then went to a locker an grabbed some green khaki pants and a black sleeveless shirt with the Confederacy insignia on them. He donned te outfit, then grabbed a pair of black socks and black leather boots from the locker and put those on too. The last thing he got was his belt, the buckle shaped also like the confederacy insignia, he strapped it around his waist.
Even without his armor, Chris struck an imposing figure. He was all of 6 feet and 5 inches tall, and had an incredible build. He also had a large scar spaning his left arm from the top of his shoulder down to his forearm. It was a thick scar, made by a Ghost recruit about ten years ago when they got into a fight in the mess hall. The other recruit had used telepathy to get a hold of a kitchen knife and caught Chris by surprise. He cut open his arm with the knife, but Chris had then sent out a wave of concentrated psi energy at the recruit. The blast had paralyzed him entirely for the rest of his life. Chris thought that if he wasn't already dead, then he was still lying in some hospital somewhere getting fed through a tube. He abandoned that thought.
Where is my damn squad, he thought, would've expected them to be a bit quicker when beer was involved.
ooc : just waiting on some of you guys to get in here for a debrief and we can get on with the story.
He stood in the armory and began stripping off the pieces of his armor. He had gotten so used to doing it that he was now able to take everything down to his gel suit off in under 5 minutes. He placed all the pieces in a crate with his name on it. The crate would be sent to the armory's repair bay so that they could repair the armor inside it. Chris then stood in his gel suit. The last layer underneath the armor, it contained a gel-like substance that could be regulated to the temperature of the environment a Marine was in. Not every Marine had this luxury for their armor, but the Hellhounds always had the best. He stripped off the gel suit and put it in the armor crate. He then sealed it shut and a light appeared on it, indicating it was ready to be transported into the repair bay. Chris then went to a locker an grabbed some green khaki pants and a black sleeveless shirt with the Confederacy insignia on them. He donned te outfit, then grabbed a pair of black socks and black leather boots from the locker and put those on too. The last thing he got was his belt, the buckle shaped also like the confederacy insignia, he strapped it around his waist.
Even without his armor, Chris struck an imposing figure. He was all of 6 feet and 5 inches tall, and had an incredible build. He also had a large scar spaning his left arm from the top of his shoulder down to his forearm. It was a thick scar, made by a Ghost recruit about ten years ago when they got into a fight in the mess hall. The other recruit had used telepathy to get a hold of a kitchen knife and caught Chris by surprise. He cut open his arm with the knife, but Chris had then sent out a wave of concentrated psi energy at the recruit. The blast had paralyzed him entirely for the rest of his life. Chris thought that if he wasn't already dead, then he was still lying in some hospital somewhere getting fed through a tube. He abandoned that thought.
Where is my damn squad, he thought, would've expected them to be a bit quicker when beer was involved.
ooc : just waiting on some of you guys to get in here for a debrief and we can get on with the story.
"Catch." Chris said to Dakor, grabbing a beer from a converted armor crate. The crate was filled with ice cubes and about a hundred cans of the his favorite beer. He trew the can to Dakor and then picked up one of his own, opened it and slurped off the foam that came out of it. "Damn," he said contentedly, "been waiting for one of these all damn day."
Draine popped out from nowhere and took a seat on a nearby crate. He had been busy receiving training from an expert on using his psychic poweres. He had mastered the ability to launch objects at high rates of speed (very lethal) and he knew how to successfully break down someone's mind "barrier" in order to gain access to their private thoughts. "Hey there. So I see we've won one battle...and I'm guessing another one is not too far off..."he trailed off.
"They never are." Chris replied. "Here." he took a beer and handed it to Draine. "Let's relax while we still can."
After getting off the drop ship Korbus jogs up to the Armory. "I heard something about beer." Picking one up, "I would been up here quicker, but i fried part of my armors opening mechanism. They had to cut it open. So did i miss anything?" Korbus asks while taking a sip.
Marcus took one long look at the scorched and scarred battlefield before he boarded the dropship. That was one hell of a fight that took place here. With a smile the sharpshooter turned and sat in his seat and began to strap himself in.
Aboard the Cerberus he unloaded his armor and weapons into the repair bay crates and was making his way to the crew quarters when he heard the Commanders voice over the comms.
Beer?. I am already there, he thought and made for the armory. Draine and Dakor were already there enjoying a cold one. "Celebration time?" he asked the commander with a smile
Aboard the Cerberus he unloaded his armor and weapons into the repair bay crates and was making his way to the crew quarters when he heard the Commanders voice over the comms.
Beer?. I am already there, he thought and made for the armory. Draine and Dakor were already there enjoying a cold one. "Celebration time?" he asked the commander with a smile
Basewas in his excuse for a room reloading the large clips "son of a *****. theres a downside of having a custom clip, no one does it for me, 98, 99, 100...Woo 1 clip done" he said out loud although no one would hear him.
he was about to start a new clip beofer his was inturptued with the most beautiful sound he had heard in a long time
"...ice cold beer, On me"
he dropped what he was doing not knowing that his belt had hooked onto the clip he had just loaded, running down the hall at full pace he almost run into a few crewmen before reaching the room.
Bolting in and stopping right in the middle of the group shoutting
"I heard beer"
not realising that he had stoped so hard that the clip he just loaded had come flying off. It landed in front of him with a loud crack and half the ammo he had loaded came flying out
"SON OF A *****"
he was about to start a new clip beofer his was inturptued with the most beautiful sound he had heard in a long time
"...ice cold beer, On me"
he dropped what he was doing not knowing that his belt had hooked onto the clip he had just loaded, running down the hall at full pace he almost run into a few crewmen before reaching the room.
Bolting in and stopping right in the middle of the group shoutting
"I heard beer"
not realising that he had stoped so hard that the clip he just loaded had come flying off. It landed in front of him with a loud crack and half the ammo he had loaded came flying out
"SON OF A *****"
The nurse keeps yelling at him ?you?re not fully recovered; you still need bed rest and a complete examination??
Drake just ignored her, when the got him out of the medi tube, cleaned him up and in some patient dress, he herd the commander on the intercom, calling all the hellhounds, and since he could walk and it did not hurt, there was no way he was sticking around here in the medical bay.
Before he got to the armory, Drake stopped at the barracks, a put on some real clothing, he slipped in a pair of army green pants and a black sleeveless shirt, since, the cut on his left shoulder, is still pretty tender, then made his way to the armory.
When he got there he saw the hole crew silting around a cooler dirking beer and laughing, about something, probably the greenhorn or the battle.
Drake stared at the beer in the cooler, ?Killed ten zerglinh with a spinner and a kinf, got badly injured then jumped on a tank and fought more Zreg, then had to sit in a medi tube for several hours? there better be a beer with my name on it. Drake yelled at the rest of the hellhounds, all of them made it back.
Drake just ignored her, when the got him out of the medi tube, cleaned him up and in some patient dress, he herd the commander on the intercom, calling all the hellhounds, and since he could walk and it did not hurt, there was no way he was sticking around here in the medical bay.
Before he got to the armory, Drake stopped at the barracks, a put on some real clothing, he slipped in a pair of army green pants and a black sleeveless shirt, since, the cut on his left shoulder, is still pretty tender, then made his way to the armory.
When he got there he saw the hole crew silting around a cooler dirking beer and laughing, about something, probably the greenhorn or the battle.
Drake stared at the beer in the cooler, ?Killed ten zerglinh with a spinner and a kinf, got badly injured then jumped on a tank and fought more Zreg, then had to sit in a medi tube for several hours? there better be a beer with my name on it. Drake yelled at the rest of the hellhounds, all of them made it back.
"Just grab a beer and take a seat wherever you can." Chris said to his squad. "Alright then, the debrief. I'll keep it short and sweet. We smoked the Korhals, good job. Couldn't ask for a better turn out for that operation. As for the unplanned parts of our mission, you guys did a damn good job. Minimal wounds and zero casualties, I'm almost proud of you guys! We're heading back to Tarsonis right now and were going to get a full debrief and a new mission, brass is going to want to know how our little fight went. While on Tarsonis I want you guys to take it easy but no go too far. I have a feeling we're going to be needed again soon. And that's all for my debrief. Good job Hellhounds, now let's really enjoy this beer!" He drained his first can and grabbed another one.
Drake felt a bit uneasy, about sit with he?s squad mates, and celebrating a battle, he did not participate. But it was a good moral boots, and next time heed be ready.
?Well? guest it won?t be long before where back in those freezer again?? Drake said after finishing his beer. ?Not looking forward to it myself?? that when he thought of something, ?commander did you find out anything about the Protoss presence on the planet, and what happened to them down there.?
?Well? guest it won?t be long before where back in those freezer again?? Drake said after finishing his beer. ?Not looking forward to it myself?? that when he thought of something, ?commander did you find out anything about the Protoss presence on the planet, and what happened to them down there.?