[USS Falcon] The Start of Peace - Time to Jet
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1LT Elisa Kurowsa
May 23, 2010, 9:59:43 PM5/23/10
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A Post By 1st Lieutenant Elisa Kurowsa
Location: Planet Surface
Timeline:
Tag: Archangel Team and Rescuers
"MOVE MOVE MOVE!"
Elisa kept one hand on a hostage, bracing her rifle to her shoulder with her other hand, guiding the others along the clear patch caused by the sudden Klingon and Marine Attack.
Things were getting a little too hot for her as the Breen were now closing to melee range.
Seeing the Commander getting into a fistfight, she let her rifle drop and reached into the large pouch on the back of her pistiol belt and drew a pistol. She pushed the Romulan toward the Runabout as her gloved thum caressed a small lever on the back of it; *click!*
She sighted through three stubs on the back and pulled the trigger; the Model 1911 projectile pistol jumped in her hand with an almost comical *POW!*
The result was anything but comical - the Breen's helmet shattered like paper mache` and he immediately dropped dead, blood and gore leaking through the hole blasted through his helmet.
Elisa didn't pause. Once she saw him drop, she shifted to a new target and blasted open his chest armor with two more 11mm Slugs.
Spotting the Marines working to force a perimeter around the landed Runabout, she started barking orders. "MARINES! GET ME A FIRING LINE!"
A reply was immediate; "ON IT L.T.!"
She practicely shoved the last of the Hostages up the ramp personally before turning around and firing into another couple of Breen trying to get a shot into the runabout.
Spotting the Skipper out of the corner of her eye, she sidestepped closer. "That's the last of them! I think we overstayed our welcome, Sir!"
< Merak >
After firing the 9th round, the slide locked back. She was already reaching back into the pouch for another clip as her firing hand's thumb caressed a button on the side of the grip. The empty magazine fell free and se slammed the new one home before thumbing the slide release and resuming providing covering fire against any Breen that got too close.
Elisa pulled off her helmet and tossed it inside the Runabout. She put two fingers to her lips and let out a shrill whistle before calling out; "YO! EVERYBODY OUT OF THE POOL!"
< Anyone else? >
Location: Planet Surface
Timeline:
Tag: Archangel Team and Rescuers
"MOVE MOVE MOVE!"
Elisa kept one hand on a hostage, bracing her rifle to her shoulder with her other hand, guiding the others along the clear patch caused by the sudden Klingon and Marine Attack.
Things were getting a little too hot for her as the Breen were now closing to melee range.
Seeing the Commander getting into a fistfight, she let her rifle drop and reached into the large pouch on the back of her pistiol belt and drew a pistol. She pushed the Romulan toward the Runabout as her gloved thum caressed a small lever on the back of it; *click!*
She sighted through three stubs on the back and pulled the trigger; the Model 1911 projectile pistol jumped in her hand with an almost comical *POW!*
The result was anything but comical - the Breen's helmet shattered like paper mache` and he immediately dropped dead, blood and gore leaking through the hole blasted through his helmet.
Elisa didn't pause. Once she saw him drop, she shifted to a new target and blasted open his chest armor with two more 11mm Slugs.
Spotting the Marines working to force a perimeter around the landed Runabout, she started barking orders. "MARINES! GET ME A FIRING LINE!"
A reply was immediate; "ON IT L.T.!"
She practicely shoved the last of the Hostages up the ramp personally before turning around and firing into another couple of Breen trying to get a shot into the runabout.
Spotting the Skipper out of the corner of her eye, she sidestepped closer. "That's the last of them! I think we overstayed our welcome, Sir!"
< Merak >
After firing the 9th round, the slide locked back. She was already reaching back into the pouch for another clip as her firing hand's thumb caressed a button on the side of the grip. The empty magazine fell free and se slammed the new one home before thumbing the slide release and resuming providing covering fire against any Breen that got too close.
Elisa pulled off her helmet and tossed it inside the Runabout. She put two fingers to her lips and let out a shrill whistle before calling out; "YO! EVERYBODY OUT OF THE POOL!"
< Anyone else? >
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