CaptainCorde

  "Crap crap crap!" The Marine screamed as long bronze shrapnel slammed into the concrete wall next to him, just a second behind where his head once was. His backpack ripped open as one of the rounds stabbed through and held to the wall as the Marine's momentum ripped himself free. Sargeant Major Jefferson jumped over four feet of sandbags, stacked in the middle of a four-lane freeway. Three other Marines, dressed in the same combat fatigues, jumped from their positions and openned up with quick bursts of their pale-brown NS PS90 rifles.  Jefferson pulled his backpack strap's radio up to his mouth and connected an open COM channel to all UN

"Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am, stuck in the middle with you." –Stealer’s Wheel Chapter 1: Table for Two, Please Personal Log of Samus Aran: Log File 11700 There are some days when I regret my choice of profession. I've lost count of the vacations and leisure trips that have been interrupted by the call of duty; what good is earning money if you never have the time to spend it? At least it seems the Galactic Federation has finally found a good reason to pull me away from my R&R; a Space Pirate fleet has been spotted traveling through Federation territory. It was hard to miss them; the Pirates had deploy