OOC: Guys, please, theres a thread for all this OOC shit. Myroria, this isn't Orestes, it was never claimed to be...I believe you came in and declared it was Orestes.
IC:
"Arh!" Another marine keeled over, live enemy rounds tearing holes in his chest.
The shots had come out of nowhere, taking the Fire Teams by surprise. Before anyone had worked out what was going on, 2 men had been shredded. The sergeant had ordered a tactical retreat into the forest, during which 2 more marines had been blown away. Now the marines were fighting a desperate battle in a thick wood, a deep gorge now providing cover for the remaining soldiers of Fire Teams Zulu and Charlie. They were pumping everything they had into the on coming aliens, using frag grenades, rifles and SMGs to keep them at bay, hoping to God it was enough...
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On board the
Oneida, things had become somewhat strained. After receiving the final message and watching the alien craft tighten formation, it was clear these guys meant business. With scattered transmissions from Zulu and Charlie of 'hostile activities', and the transport vessels unable to locate the Fire Teams, everything was going from bad to worse. The Captain had told the crew that it was unacceptable to abandon ground units under fire. However, he had not told the crew that there was another objective to this mission, that only he and Helena knew.
On this particular planet, there was a structure that was believed, by DSA intelligence, to hold ancient technology - which included valuable information into advanced shield and weapon systems. Zulu and Charlie hadn't been sent down to identify this new alien hostile, but to find the structure, which was somewhere near the settlement. Of course, only the sergeant had been told of this objective, but now that all communications with the teams had ended, getting to the structure was the primary objective of this vessel.
