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== UNSC Field CSV == | == UNSC Field CSV == | ||
'''Name''': Ian Callahan<br> | '''Name''': Ian Callahan<br /> | ||
'''Service Number'''; 10056-00254-IC<br> | '''Service Number'''; 10056-00254-IC<br /> | ||
“The fighting was real heavy in the corridor. I’d taken a [[plasma]] shot straight to the hip that put me down. After laying in the street for god knows how long, someone finally grabbed me and started pulling me to safety. I remember yelling “thank you” over and over again to whoever was tugging me out of harms way. But then...something didn’t feel right.<br> | “The fighting was real heavy in the corridor. I’d taken a [[plasma]] shot straight to the hip that put me down. After laying in the street for god knows how long, someone finally grabbed me and started pulling me to safety. I remember yelling “thank you” over and over again to whoever was tugging me out of harms way. But then...something didn’t feel right.<br /> | ||
When I looked to my left I didn’t see the standard issue boots of a [[Marine]]. It was some grotesquely shaped foot. That’s when I started screaming.<br> | When I looked to my left I didn’t see the standard issue boots of a [[Marine]]. It was some grotesquely shaped foot. That’s when I started screaming.<br /> | ||
Turns out two [[Jackals]] had me. I tried to resist but after a swift kick to my wounded leg, I was in too much pain to fight back. They searched through all my equipment, checking the radio for power. No dice. Without a working radio or weapon I was of little use to them. One of them pulled out his [[plasma pistol]] and aimed it right in my face. I just closed my eyes and thought of home. That’s when I heard two blasts from an [[M90]]. I opened my eyes saw what was left of my captors sitting in two crumpled heaps. I never saw the [[marine]] that fired those shots. I just hope he knows how grateful I am.” | Turns out two [[Jackals]] had me. I tried to resist but after a swift kick to my wounded leg, I was in too much pain to fight back. They searched through all my equipment, checking the radio for power. No dice. Without a working radio or weapon I was of little use to them. One of them pulled out his [[plasma pistol]] and aimed it right in my face. I just closed my eyes and thought of home. That’s when I heard two blasts from an [[M90]]. I opened my eyes saw what was left of my captors sitting in two crumpled heaps. I never saw the [[marine]] that fired those shots. I just hope he knows how grateful I am.” | ||
Revision as of 03:38, March 30, 2008
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UNSC Field CSV
Name: Ian Callahan
Service Number; 10056-00254-IC
“The fighting was real heavy in the corridor. I’d taken a plasma shot straight to the hip that put me down. After laying in the street for god knows how long, someone finally grabbed me and started pulling me to safety. I remember yelling “thank you” over and over again to whoever was tugging me out of harms way. But then...something didn’t feel right.
When I looked to my left I didn’t see the standard issue boots of a Marine. It was some grotesquely shaped foot. That’s when I started screaming.
Turns out two Jackals had me. I tried to resist but after a swift kick to my wounded leg, I was in too much pain to fight back. They searched through all my equipment, checking the radio for power. No dice. Without a working radio or weapon I was of little use to them. One of them pulled out his plasma pistol and aimed it right in my face. I just closed my eyes and thought of home. That’s when I heard two blasts from an M90. I opened my eyes saw what was left of my captors sitting in two crumpled heaps. I never saw the marine that fired those shots. I just hope he knows how grateful I am.”
