- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
"AHHHHHHH!" The mans scream ehcoed through the bowls of the ship. "S-Sir!" stammerd Jamie as she pointed to the shiloette growing larger in the plate glass window mounted in the door. "Son-of-a..." the captin mumbled. Jamies index finger tightend on the trigger of the Gunther MX auto-pistol in her hand. A blaze of white-blue fire filled the hallway outside agonized screams and the dull thud of bodies penatrated the door, the figure outside turned and continued to advance. The shreak of tortured metal filled the room as the blast door was ripped from its guide rails. A black and red suit of mobile armor lifting its tri-barrel chaingun was the last image Jamie ever saw. supersniper was back...