'Well shit.'
He pulls out his Bolt Pistols, and backs himself into a corner that allows him to cover the door, and the vent.
He tries the Vox again, and determines that his comms have malfunctioned.
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Edited by Immørtal Fulgrim: 7/16/2015 6:39:12 AM*you hear a chittering noise coming from the vent.. [i]they're communicating[/i]* [b][i]A large set of yellow eyes glare at you from the darkness behind the vent grate - reflecting light like a nocturnal predator[/i][/b] [i]*down the hall you see a blur of moment* *someone screams on the other room, but only for a moment - [b]you hear them eating*[/b][/i]
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'Ah shit, damn recruits aren't good for anything yet.' He fires into the grate blindly, hitting one of the creatures in its eyes, and pushes everything in the room aside in his rush to get to where the scream came from.
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*A tyranid tears through a vent from overhead, landing right on top of you - your gun is knocked of your hand as more approach, covered in the blood of your allies*
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I grab it by its neck, and slam my Power Fist into its stomach, splattering the unfortunate bastard all over the room. I grab my pistols, attach them to my magnetic holsters, and move towards Hydra Companies comms building.