Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170523184615/@comment-31595069-20170627030756

"Fuck...not the most graceful of landings...but glad I'm not char broiled..." A man muttered as he slowly sits up from the ground. Last thing he remembered was their transport losin gcontro land spinning like a top. He was next to the door and was thrown out. Thank god he had his bag on him. Cushioned the fall enough that it prevented his back from being broken.

He began to do a weaposn check. Rifle...Looks broken like hell, needs more than duct tape at this point. Pistol? Bastard was thrown much farther away. Knife?...Oh holy shit he still had his knife great. Now when some guy charegs at them with a rifle he can pull off that shit in the movies by throwing the knife so fast it digs into their head.

Yeah...if only this were the movies but a knife was better than nothing. His guns may be down but at least he was not parylzied or dead. A bit sore but otherwise alive. "Now...Where the hell am I? And where the hell is the others?...If there are others...Oh yeah raido...shoudl work...maybe?" He soon unclipped a raido from his chest before speaking into it. "Come in, This is Delta 4-9. Any other bastards still alive out there? If you are say something. Wait...they might not even hear this if the damn things busted..."