Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25336455-20150110024938/@comment-25316824-20150110222340

Anton slowly walks down the dark cooridor. He has a pistol in one hand and a tracker in his other hand. He changes his glances from his corners to his tracker periodically to check for hostiles.

Anton "If this thing works as advertised then I should be about 15 feet from the Bronze one."

Anton turns a corner and sees an xenomorph patrolling the hallways.

Anton (whisper) "Oh mother of god."

He turns quickly around a corner but the beast sensed him. Anton steps away from the corner and puts his back flush with the wall. He then puts his right arm that has the pistol in it flush to the wall and pointed at the corner. He waits for the Xenomorph to come and as soon as it turn the corner Anton puts 3 bullets in its brain. It drops to the ground but the noise alerted every facehugger on that deck towards his location.

Anton empties his magazine into a group of facehuggers and then retreats. He reloads and just as he turns a corner meets a facehugger face to face. A quick dogde and a stab and the animal had been delt with.