Malcom Renolds
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Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Gillian Katar"]
Enemies: Whoever attacks me
Malcom had indeed managed to catch back up with Gillian right before they jumped into the tunnel network. He turned his head toward the woman with the glow sticks....he really needed to get her name....before giving her a confirming nod that they were going in. A moment later, with Gillian charging in like an enrage Rancor, he charged in behind her offering cover fire whenever possible. The dark tunnels made things difficult at best. "Switching to thermal." He said offhandedly more as a habit when working with a team, than something he then realized was actually needed to be said.
"Much better." He mumbled to himself. At first the drive into the tunnels was fairly easy. But alas, it wasn't to remain so. Resistance soon stiffened as they tried to protect whatever it was that appeared couldn't be withdrawn in such a hurry.
While waiting for orders on whether to advance further, Malcom moved up to a position closer to Gillian. "So, any idea what it is tha---" His words were cut off as a couple sphere troops hidden in the shadows and deep recesses of the tunnel suddenly popped out of their hidden locations to attack them. One attacked Gillian from the front while another attacked her from behind. The poor sap to her front was dispatched easily enough. However, the one behind her was bringing a blade down toward her head while she was busy.
Malcom lunged forward to cover her back, holding his rifle up to catch the blade. He was a little slow as the surprise did catch him off guard. As such this brazen attackers blade slammed into Malcom helmet gouging a nearly foot long slice across the front of it. Malcom growled in pain from the force of the impact, but was able to stop it from going any further. Twisting his rifle, he slung the mans sword away and smacked the side of his head with the butt of his rifle.
Once down, Malcom slammed the butt of his rifle into the attackers head over and over until he was sure the man was dead. "Feth it all! ....This was brand new armor!" Giving the corpse a final kick, he got back on the comm. "Any word ladies and gents? I'd hate to just sit here while the enemy shores up its defenses..."
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Gillian Katar"]
Enemies: Whoever attacks me
Malcom had indeed managed to catch back up with Gillian right before they jumped into the tunnel network. He turned his head toward the woman with the glow sticks....he really needed to get her name....before giving her a confirming nod that they were going in. A moment later, with Gillian charging in like an enrage Rancor, he charged in behind her offering cover fire whenever possible. The dark tunnels made things difficult at best. "Switching to thermal." He said offhandedly more as a habit when working with a team, than something he then realized was actually needed to be said.
"Much better." He mumbled to himself. At first the drive into the tunnels was fairly easy. But alas, it wasn't to remain so. Resistance soon stiffened as they tried to protect whatever it was that appeared couldn't be withdrawn in such a hurry.
While waiting for orders on whether to advance further, Malcom moved up to a position closer to Gillian. "So, any idea what it is tha---" His words were cut off as a couple sphere troops hidden in the shadows and deep recesses of the tunnel suddenly popped out of their hidden locations to attack them. One attacked Gillian from the front while another attacked her from behind. The poor sap to her front was dispatched easily enough. However, the one behind her was bringing a blade down toward her head while she was busy.
Malcom lunged forward to cover her back, holding his rifle up to catch the blade. He was a little slow as the surprise did catch him off guard. As such this brazen attackers blade slammed into Malcom helmet gouging a nearly foot long slice across the front of it. Malcom growled in pain from the force of the impact, but was able to stop it from going any further. Twisting his rifle, he slung the mans sword away and smacked the side of his head with the butt of his rifle.
Once down, Malcom slammed the butt of his rifle into the attackers head over and over until he was sure the man was dead. "Feth it all! ....This was brand new armor!" Giving the corpse a final kick, he got back on the comm. "Any word ladies and gents? I'd hate to just sit here while the enemy shores up its defenses..."
Sorry Gillian. Not trying to be a hero. I needed an explanation for the slice mark in the helmet of my profile pic. lol