"Up to our necks in soldiers," answers Aanjay. "Holding a narrow staircase against them- they won't reach you while we can still fire."
"Appreciated. Keep us posted," says Gordon as he lengthens his stride. "Logan. Describe them."
"What do you mean, describe? Big fucking crab things the size of antlions! Covered in guns!"
Gordon doesn't recognize the description, but nods anyway. "Hold position. We're coming."
Logan might have other things to say. Gordon doesn't know. He's busy fitting a particularly unpleasant-looking canister to his pulse rifle. They don't have many of the orbs available but it sure as hell sounds like he's going to need them.
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Date: 2011-07-05 12:04 am (UTC)"Appreciated. Keep us posted," says Gordon as he lengthens his stride. "Logan. Describe them."
"What do you mean, describe? Big fucking crab things the size of antlions! Covered in guns!"
Gordon doesn't recognize the description, but nods anyway. "Hold position. We're coming."
Logan might have other things to say. Gordon doesn't know. He's busy fitting a particularly unpleasant-looking canister to his pulse rifle. They don't have many of the orbs available but it sure as hell sounds like he's going to need them.