"The long Journey" (a Shadowrun crossover with everything)

[Admiral Breetai]

Burke met an augment and Burke found god..too bad it wasn't the loving kind

[Praeothmin]

Wait until you see what Burke tries...

[Praeothmin]

New silent update...

Chapter 32

“You see Burke,” Said James, “The notion of control is such a fickle one.
One moment you seem to be on top of the world, and the next things are spiralling out of control.” He finished with a smile.
“I should know, it’s how I got here.”
His mouth was forming a half-smile, but his face was definitely mirthless.
“Now, are we going to shoot each other, killing innocent people all because you’re a money loving weasel who’d sell his own mother for profit?
Or are we going to act in civilized manners, put our weapons away and work together to ensure we all get out of here alive?
Make no mistakes, Burke.
If we start shooting, you’re my first target and I can guarantee you I’ll empty this clip in your ass before anyone else can even fire a single shot.”

Tension was high in the room, everybody ready to act, but no one knowing exactly what to do.
James knew he needed to do something to calm things down before someone decided to do something stupid.
Looking at Hudson, he saw the man was about to realize his worst fears, as the man was looking at Doc, clearly wondering if he should jump him or not.

“Hudson!” James called loudly, pulling the man’s focus towards him, and everyone else’s towards Hudson.
“Calm down and don’t move.
You wouldn’t want to cause unnecessary bloodshed, would you?” He asked.

Hudson looked at James, surprised the big man had even noticed him since he was looking at Burke.
He looked unsure of what to do.

“Sit down, Hudson!” Hicks called out.

“What?” A confused Hudson asked.
“You mean we’re letting them…” He was interrupted by Hicks.

“Sit down NOW, that’s an order, Private.” The man said, not taking his gun off James.

Hudson sat down, Doc letting him go but not taking his eyes off him.
Hicks and James looked at each other, and Hicks gave a quick nod to James, before lowering his weapon.

“What are you doing, Corporal?” Asked a panicked Gorman.

“Saving your life, Sir.” He said with restrained contempt.
“Saving all our lives.”

He signalled to the rest of his men, who all slowly, tentatively lowered their weapons.
James looked at Boomer, simply smiled, and she took her foot off the other pointman’s weapon, lowering her appropriated weapon.

“Doc,” James said looking at his field Medic, “Take a look at their Sergeant and see what you can do for him.”

Doc nodded, sheathed his blade and brought his Med-kit next to Apone.
The sergeant’s pulse was strong, but he was breathing shallow.
Doc’s Tricorder confirmed what he already knew.
James’s kick had cracked the man’s armor and broken five ribs.
Luckily for the Srgt, none of these broken ribs had punctured a lung.
He would be able to tough it out until they could get him to the Musashi’s Sick-Bay for true medical help.

James had let go of Gorman by that time, but had kept the man’s appropriated pistol.
Gorman never asked for it.
He was doing all he could to ignore the fact he had peed in his pants when James had put his gun to his head.

“So what do we do now?” Asked Hicks to James.

“I’ll tell you what we do now,” Burke started, but never finished.

“You’ll shut up, is what you’ll do now.” James told him.
“I hear another word from you we didn’t ask for, and I’ll shut you up personally.”

His gaze let the other man know he was dead serious.
Burke’s shoulders sagged, and he decided he would be better off looking at the floor.

“What we do now, Corporal, is try to reach an understanding.” James began.
“What do you think of Burke’s actions?”

“I think they were the actions of a morally corrupt man, or a murderer.” Hicks replied.
“We cannot, in all conscience, back up those actions.
I don’t care if they court-martial me, I will not follow any orders to back him up.”

Hicks then looked at his teammates, and they all agreed, even if they did hesitantly in some cases.
James was certain he could trust most of them, and he knew that he could trust Hicks.

“What about you, Gorman?” He asked.
“What do you think of Burke’s actions?”

“Well… Ah… I… I think we shouldn’t judge him too quickly…” He started to say.

“THE HELL WE CAN’T!” Ripley interrupted him.
“He voluntarily caused the death of over one-hundred and fifty colonists.
He’s a murderer, there’s no doubt about it.
Your men understand that, why the hell can’t you?
Unless you’re in on this with him…” She let it hang in the air.

“N-no, of course not!” Gorman stammered.

“Great, so it’s settled.” James said, smiling at Ripley.
“Here, you may need it before long.” He said to Gorman, handing him his pistol back.

His eyes were daring Gorman to try anything, but the smaller man knew better then to test James’s resolve.

“Ok, then, Corporal, since I’m a Major, you won’t mind if I take control of the operations here?” He asked Hicks, pointedly ignoring Gorman.
Hicks shook his head.
“Great.
First thing we need to do is make sure our wounded are able to move.
We need to get them to our ships, and then get the frag out of here.
The creatures that remain will surely come back…”

And then he didn’t have time to finish his sentence.
The ceiling of the Medical bay collapsed, raining metal grating and struts on them, as well as Aliens.
One Alien grabbed the male pointman and lifted him up through the ceiling.
The man’s reflex action had him depress the trigger of his machine gun, hosing the room randomly, lead flying everywhere.

James saw Boomer going down under the lead barrage, as well as Vasquez, Apone, and two other Marines.
Before he could move towards Boomer to see if she was alive, two creatures dropped in front of him.
Before they could do anything, he grabbed the whip at his belt and uncoiled it in an attack move.
The bladed end flew straight through the head of one creature, but when he tried to pull it out the entire creature followed, as the blade had snagged itself on one of the Alien’s backrib.
The second creature went straight for him and jumped at him.
He caught its head under the jaw with his left hand, the right hand finding purchase on its neck.
It thrashed and tried to claw him to death, but his right shin was up and deflecting many of the dangerous claw attacks.
He saw Newt out of the corner of his eyes slowly crawling towards Boomer, crying, and also saw one creature stalking the girl.
He knew he wouldn’t get to her in time, and saw that all his teammates and the surviving Marines were fighting for their lives.
As the creature was less than two feet away from the small girl, it got wacked in the head with the same bar Doc had used on another creature earlier.
Only it wasn’t Doc that was wielding it.

“GET AWAY FROMHER YOU BITCH!” Shouted Ripley, coming around the creature and standing in front of it.
She swung again and hit the Alien’s head once more, barely forcing it back.
Then its tail whipped around it and went straight at Ripley’s abdomen.
But it was stopped a mere inch away by a bloody hand coming up from the floor.
Boomer struggled against the creature, but she was too weak from her wounds, and so it was able to free itself, and it moved around to get a better attack position.
As it was about to jump, its head exploded under a hail of high velocity armor-piercing rounds from Hicks’s rifle.

This action had cost him, though, because another Alien ploughed into him and took him down to the floor.
Its mouth closed on the rifle, preventing Hicks from shooting it as he used his weapon as a shield against the powerful jaws.
Doc tackled the creature, forcing its head sideways, allowing Hicks to wiggle around and get his shotgun.
Heaving in concert, both of them pushing with all their strength, they shoved the Alien a few feet backwards, and before it came back, Hicks shot it point blank.

While Doc and Hicks had been fighting, though, Cpl. Banner had been left unattended.
One creature was circling the battle, making its way towards the wounded man.
James wasn’t going to let that happen.
His right foot pressed against his opponent’s sternum, and he pushed away from him, while both his hand gripped the head tightly and he pulled with all his strength.
He heard some cracking noises, the creature thrashing ever more violently, and then with a sickening crunching sound, the creature’s head detached from its body.
He retracted his foot rapidly to minimize contact with the creature’s blood, and then dropped the head as he moved towards the stalking killer.
As it mounded an upturned cabinet, James’s knife sailed through the air and impaled it in the head, pinning it to the wall.
The rest of the Marines and MACOs were now using their rifles, some newly acquired off of dead Marines, to fire at the incoming Aliens.
It wasn’t long before all were dead or dying, and the surviving Marines let out a loud “Woop!” to show their happiness.
James surveyed the battle scene and noticed that Burke had disappeared, run off to God knows where, and he noticed the Alien he’d impaled on the wall was still moving, it’s body’s nerves making it constantly twitch.

[sonofccn]

Vasquez, Apone, Drake, those not named you are true American heroes and will be missed...;(

Boomer you are one tough cookie and I am hoping you pull through.

In general super awesomeness from James, Rippley, Hicks.

And as for Burke...seriously does he think running through an abandoned base with Xenomorphs is safer than James? He at least relented to kill him for various reasons I don't think you'll get the same deal from the creatures.

[Admiral Breetai]

epic fight scenes are epic...we want more!

i like the control line..mind if I have vi'retess use it?

[Praeothmin]

i like the control line..mind if I have vi'retess use it?

Be my guest, it would be fitting in his mouth, in a conversational tone... Chilling... :)

[Admiral Breetai]

i like the control line..mind if I have vi'retess use it?

Be my guest, it would be fitting in his mouth, in a conversational tone... Chilling... :)

i think you just gave me a scene

also Burke man "it's an augment I think I'll try and provoke him"

[Praeothmin]

Another quick update.
Hope you like...

Chapter 33

The Musashi had been gliding in orbit around the planet when an unknown ship had approached the solar system.
Short range sensors, now online, had detected it, and had ascertained that the ship, in the Musashi’s current predicament, could be a threat, as it sported Particle Cannons.
The Captain had ordered the Musashi to the planet’s Lagrange point, hoping to confuse the other ship’s sensors, but they had insufficient power to move there.
Cmdr T’Len had proposed a simpler solution.
They would simply vent some plasma around them, the ionized particles from the plasma adding themselves to the radiations from the Nuclear Reactor, creating high sensor distortions, and masking the Musashi from the approaching ship, which they did.
T’Len was confident the other ship could not detect them, and unless they knew to look for the Akira-class vessel, she had surmised visual detection was not likely.

And so, hiding in plain sight, they continued on with their repairs, anxiously waiting for some contact with the MACOs on the ground.
The team had left almost two hours ago, and they should have reported back in more than thirty minutes earlier, but hadn’t.
While Captain Kirkinger and Cmdr Teramak had full confidence in the team’s capabilities –and their leader’s- , they were still getting worried somewhat.

When the newly arrived ship had acquired geo-stationary orbit around the planet, and had launched a small ship towards the surface, Captain Kirkinger had Teramak try once more to contact the MACOs, while pushing T’Len to boost sensor efficiency, allowing the Transporters to be used.
They had no success with either attempt.

“Damnit James!” Captain Kirkinger said under his breath, “What the hell’s happening down there?”

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As the fight died down, James realized that the Colonial Marines, as well as Ripley, were staring at him in dumbfounded awe.
While he had moved too fast for any of them to truly see him in action, they could easily retrace his steps by looking at the destruction left in his wake.

“Holy shit!” Hudson said, almost whispering, while he was helping Hicks with Gorman who’d been injured in the fight.
“That man is one baaaaad ass kicking Mofo.”

“Stow it, Hudson!” Hicks said, shutting up the other man.

Hicks then looked at James, nodded respectfully at the big man, and said:
“We need to jump this place, pronto.
Let’s gather our wounded and go.”

No one argued with him, and so they moved.
They quickly gathered their injured teammates, James cradling Boomer’s injured form in his arms while Cpl Banner had been slung on his back and tied there by Doc.
At first, when Banner had been set on James’s back, Hicks had approached Boomer as if to carry her back outside the compound, but a quick “No, I’ll take her!” from James, the tone indicating there would be no discussion, had settled it.
Doubt was in the surviving Marines’ eyes, and James could see they thought he’d slow them down.
But then he’d gotten up with Banner, the man’s weight bothering him less than Newt’s in Ripley’s arms, the doubt began to vanish.
And when he picked Boomer up, again with no noticeable strain in his face, they all realized how lucky they were that Hicks’s level-headedness had prevailed, because here was clear proof James’s threat to Burke had not been a threat, but a simple promise the huge man would have had no problem keeping.

The group went forward, Hicks up front with Doc, and Privates Heyes and Wilson at the rear.
Of the four, only Hicks was unharmed, with only a scratch on his left cheek to show for the fight against the Aliens.
The other three clearly had been through the hell, running on their remaining adrenalin and Starfleet Medical stimulants.
It was a testament to their training that their vigilance was still up, and their formations still intact.
The survivors quickly covered ground, for they did not want to fight against those creatures again.
Even James feared another encounter, for he held himself up by pure willpower at that point, the additional wounds he’d amassed in his three battles more than overloading his Pain Compensators.
He was sure Hicks had noticed at one point a crack in James’s resolve, but the man had simply given the all-clear signal, and had continued on point with Doc.

After ten minutes or so, with Boomer’s pulse weakening continually, James’s had urged the others to increase their pace, and they did.
Once outside, since the MACOs had the more injured members of the two teams, it was decided they would first go to the Raptor to communicate with the Musashi, in the hopes of getting help fast.

They got to the Raptor, Doc leading the way.
As he opened the door, he stepped on something slimy and almost fell off.
He opened the Raptor’s door and stepped aside to let James climb in and lay Boomer on the cabin floor.
As James started climbing, a dark big shape lunged at him.
As he pushed Doc away, letting Boomer drop to the Raptor’s wing, the Alien grabbed the big man by the shoulders and tried to bite him.
But even weakened as he was, James was still alert.
He grabbed the creature’s head in both hands, and through pure strength, he pushed it far enough back that its smaller mouth, when it came out, snapped a few centimetres in front of his face.
Boomer was rolling off the Raptor’s wing when Heyes dived for her and cushioned her fall with his body, his breath being forced out completely by the impact.

James was holding the snapping jaws at bay, but he knew time was against him, as he was starting to weaken from all his accumulated wounds, and transporting two people over such a distance.
Hicks was trying to get a clear shot, but James and the creature were struggling in the doorway of the Raptor, cutting off Hick’s opportunities to shoot the creature with his shotgun.
James was thinking of a possible maneuver offering Hicks that chance when he felt immense pain coming from his abdomen.
Looking down, he saw the Alien’s tail wiggling next to his stomach, but James found it strange that he couldn’t see the end of the tail, until understanding dawned on him: he’d been stabbed, and by the sensations he felt at the base of his spine, and the moaning of Banner on his back, the tail had gone straight through and had impaled the Cpl as well.
He felt himself weaken a bit, the snapping jaws coming ever closer to his face, his augmented ears barely hearing Hicks’s cries of “move over, move over so I can shoot it!”
He thought of letting go, the pain he felt was unbearable, and he knew he had done his best.
He thought of his friends in Seattle, wondering where he was, he thought of his new friends on the Musashi, of Boomer, of Newt, poor little Newt, who’se parents had been killed by these creatures.
Those filthy, parasitic creatures.

Anger, righteous fury rose up in him, clearing his head.
As his eyes came back up to look at those snapping jaws, ready to tear his face apart, knowing it would most likely try to do the same to his friends if he let it, James silently told the heavens to go frag themselves.
As the mouth was less than a centimetre from his face, it stopped, and then powerful arms, muscles bulging under the strain, slowly starting to push it back.
The pain in his stomach no longer mattered.
The pain in his back no longer mattered.
All his previous wounds no longer mattered in James’s mind.
The only thing that mattered was that this creature be stopped, then and there, that he could ensure his friends’ safe return to the Musashi, even if it was the last thing he did.
A guttural growl came out of his mouth as every ounce of strength he had was used to push the head away.
Once the jaws were no longer a threat, he gripped the creature’s head solidly, and started twisting it, slowly forcing it in a 180 degree arc.
The creature started flailing, the tail came out and stabbed him, again and again, but still James was pushing.
At one point his throat was slashed open, gushing blood on the Raptor’s wing, but still James was pushing.
The loud cracking of failing vertebrae accompanied his fall in darkness, satisfaction at having achieved his friends’ safety the only thing on his mind.


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He was quickly making his way far from the dangerous, hulking man and his team of commandos, running in the colony’s corridors to what he hoped what an exit.
As he rounded a bend in a corridor, no longer hearing any gunfire, thinking they were all dead, thinking he could finally capture one of the creatures and make millions in profit, he ran smack dab into his business venture.
He turned around and tried to run, serrated claws gripped his right ankle, severing the Achilles’ heel.
It was only a fraction of a second before realizing the blood-curdling scream he heard was his.
As he continued to scream, he was pulled in the darkness of a crawl tunnel, never to be heard of again.

[Admiral Breetai]

Well Burke got what he deserved

Khan says his great grandson could never be killed by such pathetic vermin and that he was glad the giant gently explained this reality to the creatures.

[sonofccn]

Oh noes! You killed Burke!!!! Nooooooooo! :)

Nice update but I ask you why can't anyone remember to lock doors on a hostile alien world? ;) And anyone but James, the Queen killer, its attack would have succeeded through instead the Raptor just gets a neat hood ornament.

[Praeothmin]

Another quick update...

Chapter 34

Pain called him back to consciousness and with that pain also came the realization he wasn’t dead, even though he was sure death would be less painful.
He bemoaned the fact that, since that fateful day when he appeared on the Musashi, he had never been hurt so much, had never suffered so many wounds in such short time.
He felt weak and nauseous, and his mind was filled with cobwebs he just couldn’t seem to shake off.
He opened his eyes and light assaulted them, and he would have been blinded if not for his Flare Compensators.
His ears were filled with sounds, mostly some sort of vacuum working overtime, and once in a while he could hear some beeping sound coming through.

“Okay, keep this wound clean.” He heard an angelic voice say.
“I’ll need the auto-suturator to close the gap in his bladder.”

“Nurse, watch his pulse,” A male voice said, “It’s getting a bit high.”

“Damnit!” He heard the angel speak again, “He’s awake!
Increase sedative dosage to 150%.
His damn toxin filters are clearing his system of it.”

A few seconds later, he felt himself falling in a deep, relaxing pit, where pain faded away and was forgotten, like a bad nightmare.

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He came to feeling refreshed and fully rested, and realized he hadn’t felt like that in a long while.
He felt a hand on his arm, and when he looked up he saw Valis standing there, smiling.
His heart beat faster, and he smiled at her.

“How do you feel?” She asked gently.

“Great!” He said, looking straight in her eyes.

“You had us scared for a while there, James.
We didn’t know if you were going to make it when you arrived with Boomer.”

Boomer.
He looked at Valis and asked in a concerned voice:
“Is she alright?”

Valis smiled, took a step to the left, and pointed at a Bio-bed next to his.

“Why don’t you ask her?” She said.
“Take it easy on her though, as she doesn’t heal quite as fast as you.”

James sat up and was about to stand when he stopped, and quickly checked under the bed sheets to make sure he had some pants on - eliciting a grin from Valis- and was glad to see he had loose fitting Starfleet medical garments.

“Don’t worry James, you won’t embarrass any nurses here… unfortunately!” She added as an afterthought.

James knew he was blushing a bit, but he just smiled, stood up and went over to Boomer’s bed.
Valis walked by and patted him on the arm, then said she had some more work to do, and that she would see him later.

As he approached the bed, he saw Boomer was awake, and it was clear she had heard the conversation because she silently mouthed:
“Are you wearing pants, for me?” Which was followed by a wide grin.
There was pain though in that grin, James noticed, and looking at the displays and the contraptions next to the bed, it was clear Boomer was still being treated with painkillers.

“How are you feeling?” He asked her.

“Better than you look.” She answered weakly, grinning even wider.
“Seriously though, I’ve felt better.”

“Yeah, getting filled with lead will do that to someone.” He replied.
“I’m just glad you survived, else I would have had to find someone else to annoy me on the team.” He finished with a smile.

“Thanks for saving me, James.” Boomer said seriously, grabbing his hand.
“For the first time in my life, I was afraid I was truly going to die.
It wasn’t a good feeling.
But my mortality allows me to savor this moment, savor the fact I am still among the living, and I owe it all to you.”

James looked at Boomer in silence for a while, holding her hand in comfort, just wanting her to know he was also very glad she was still alive.
Then he thought of the other member of their team who’d been critically injured, and worry crossed his face.
Boomer picked up on it instantly, and simply shook her head slightly.
“Banner didn’t make it.” She said silently.
They both let silence be their companion for a while, oblivious to their surroundings, thinking of their fallen comrade.
Oblivious to Valis’s many looks in their direction, and her concerned face when she looked at James.

They were interrupted some time later when the doors to Sick-Bay opened, and a man let out:
“Holy shit, I thought the armor was what made him look so big.”
As he looked up, he saw Hudson, Hicks, Ripley and Newt coming in.
Newt ran to him and jumped in his arms, a wide, happy smile in her face.

“I knew they couldn’t kill you, I knew it.” She said.
She looked at the others who’d come in:
“These guys said you could die, but I told them you promised me you’d never leave and that, that neither of you never broke your promises, and that you ate monsters for breakfast.”

She grabbed on to James’s neck and squeezed with all her strength, giggling madly while doing it.
And when she was done, she looked down at Boomer and extended her arms towards her, so James bent forward to bring her closer, and then she did the same thing to Boomer.
Her injuries brought a gasp of pain from Boomer, but she didn’t say anything, and simply basked in the joy radiating from Newt.
Eventually, perhaps fearing she would choke Boomer to death, Newt let go, and asked to sit on the bed next to her.

The others were standing next to the bed by that point.

“Sorry about your teammate.” Hicks said soberly.

“Sorry about yours. I wish we could have saved them all.” He replied somberly.

“Hey, if it wasn’t for you, none of us would have made it out alive.” Hicks countered.
“Thanks!” He offered his hand.

James took it and gave him a firm shake, but made sure he didn’t put too much pressure so the handshake wouldn’t turn in a contest.

“Yeah, thanks man!” Hudson said, offering his hand as well.
“Just don’t crush my hand, ok?” he said, grinning.

James squeezed just a bit harder than for Hicks, and saw Hudson’s arm twitch.

“Oh shit! Damn you’re strong!” He said, massaging his hand while everyone else laughed.

“I also want to thank you and Sharon.” Ripley said, taking a step forward.
“And also your Captain.”

“What for?” James asked with curiosity.

“Didn’t you know?” She replied.
“He destroyed the installation and any construct close to it with your particle weapons a few hours ago.”

“Yeah!” Newt said.
“All the monsters were esploded.” She added happily.

“How long have I been out?” He asked.

“Roughly 20 hours or so.” Was Hicks’s reply.
“Although I’m surprised to see you standing after less than a day of care after what you’ve been through.
You should be in bed, like Boomer.”

“I heal quickly.” He said, and no one doubted it.
“Here’s something else that bothers me: how did I get here in time for help?
Neither I nor Boomer should have survived the flight back up to the Musashi.”

“That’s my fault!” Came a voice from the doorway.

Doc came in, clearly happy at seeing James up and about.
“I see you’ve taken to wearing pants in the infirmary now.” He said.

The others looked at James quizzically, except for Newt who didn’t understand what the grownups were talking about.

“You were saying, about the reason we’re here and alive, and you’re about not to be?” James said, folding his massive arms across his chest.

Doc only smiled at the threat, knowing his commanding officer too well to be afraid, unlike Hudson who had taken a step back at James’s reply.

“Once you so politely told the last creature to look the other way, as it was, I contacted the Musashi, and told them of our situation.” He began.
“Lo and behold, our Captain let me know the ship’s ever capable Chief Engineer had re-established main power hours ahead of schedule, and had successfully programmed the Transporters to compensate for the radiations.
They beamed you directly to Sick-bay, the original Raptor’s pilot to us, and we took the long way back to the Musashi, while our friends went back to their ship.”

“Which reminds me,” Hicks said, “Sgt Apone sends his thanks, twice.”

“Twice?” James asked, intrigued.

“Yeah,” Hudson replied for Hicks, “Once for not killing him and the second for saving his life afterwards.” He finished laughing.
“He was… Transported here as well, and was quickly treated.
We were all surprised when he appeared on our ship, fully healed, fully operational after only hours of treatment for fractured ribs and a concussion.
You could’a kept him a while longer, you know.” He added with a grin, which he dropped after seeing Hicks’s face.

“And Gorman also said to thank you guys for the same reasons.” Hicks completed, with a small smile he made sure to hide from Hudson.

“So,” James began, “What are your plans now?”

“Well,” Hicks answered, “We’ll start by going back to our ship, and talk about how to inform the company of what happened here.
I guess they’re not going to be too happy.
It’s highly possible we’ll all get court-martia…”

He never got to finish his sentence, as all the lights and instruments failed at the same time, the ship started shaking and creaking, again with some loud cracking noises, and then a familiar sense of nothingness, before power slowly returned to the Sick-bay systems.

“What the hell happened?” Hicks asked, surprised.

“You may have to rethink your plans…” James answered.

[Khas]

Which universe have they gone to now? Star Wars? Stargate? Warhammer 40,000? Evangelion? BattleTech? StarCraft? Or should I just shut up and wait?

[Praeothmin]

You'll have to wait... :)

[sonofccn]

Boo-yah! Apone lives! The most bad arse master sergeant in the bad arse multi-verse just brow beat the specter of death! Thank you!

And now were off to kill many more bad things, yeah! Actually hope you go to 40k, seeing James leading the colonial marines, and Boomer, against the Tyranids would be priceless.

[Praeothmin]

I don't know 40K, so I won't go there, but I'm sure you'll like where I`'m going...

It will be a pure action fest as soon as the set-up is over... :)