I run to the bridge, magnum in hand.
The hells happening man?!
English
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We're under attack from within! *marine over comms* [b]SIR THIS IS ZETA SQUAD WE'RE UNDER FIRE FROM UNKNOWN HOSTILES THEYVE TAKEN THE PORTSIDE ARMORY WE WONT LAS[/b] *an explosion ends the transmission* JT, go secure the starboard armory we'll need those weapons to fight back!
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Armory? More guns? HELL YEAH SIR! I run to the armory