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[BFEL]

Name: Tom Caroldson
Job: Cook

Cook us up some murder wouldja?

Shout at the marines to stop being cowards and fight.

[2] That umm....that doesn't happen.

MOAR EURODANCE, IT'S OUR BEST WEAPON!

[1] while fleeing you attempt to use the Eurodance as a weapon, but then realize how utterly terrified you are and pee yourself instead.

Rock out in DJ booth, initiate ultra-abominable dance to spread fear and awe through aliens and crew alike.

[6] You successfully spread fear through the ranks of our own men, as the aliens fled awhile ago. Gorn looks at you in awe of your wicked dance moves, and thinks "I got to get me a piece of that!"

"guys I figured out how to drive t... What the Fuck is that fire everything"
Tank all out attack aka shoot him alot.

[2] You learned how to drive the tank, however you apparently don't know how to fire it, looking around furiously for any shiny buttons.

"All right men, let's show those sissy marines what we can do. Today we show the xeno scum that we will fear them neither in the air nor on land. They may try to bring us down, but we will perservere for the good of all mankind. Now then, PURGE THE XENO

Give all of the fighter pilot personnel the command to attack, make sure the turrets are manned and firing. Also get on a turret myself and shoot the bastard, if no turret is available shoot him with my sidearm

[4] The pilots charge at Gorn, firing their sidearms at him and causing him mild discomfort. [6] That's when the turrets start firing, ripping right through the little lemmings and hitting Gorn full force! He snaps out of his stun and charges through any pilots left, dodging skillfully until he rips apart half the turrets, at which point [2] The fighter captain uses his sidearm, aiming for Gorns head, and gorn easily deflects the bullet into a nearby redshirt.

Gorn then charges in the direction of the DJ booth!

Become Robocop Jim!

[1] And he stomps all over your mutilated body in the charge.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Continue cleaning, still calm, grumbling about the blood and rubble. If this Gorn guy gets close enough, warn him to stop making the ship messy. If he actually bothers me, it's caustic-cleaning-chemical time...

[Harry Baldman]

Dance Gorn into submission, make him cower in fear of the power of Eurodance. Show him what true men of Earth are made of!

[GreatWyrmGold]

Dance Gorn into submission, make him cower in fear of the power of Eurodance. Show him what true men of Earth are made of!

If I see this, roll my eyes and continue working.

[Alexandria]

Order the 100 elite marines I cloned to use grenade launchers to blow the ugly half melted alien to pieces.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Order the 100 elite marines I cloned to use grenade launchers to blow him to pieces.

Please be more specific with your pronouns, or I may be forced to mutiny with caustic cleaning chemicals after the marines attempt to kill the janitor...

[Pancaek]

Start dragging wounded pilots to the medbay, maintain the defences but only shoot if gorn attacks us directly, count how many pilots are left

"goddamnit where are those fucking pansy-ass muhreens?"

[killerhellhound]

start trying to figure out how to fire the tank and shoot the alien
"If anyone knows how to use a tank some help would be nice"

[BFEL]

Dance Gorn into submission, make him cower in fear of the power of Eurodance. Show him what true men of Earth are made of!

[6] Gorn is appalled by your horrible dance moves, and smacks you upside the head before fleeing....toward the hangar

Start dragging wounded pilots to the medbay, maintain the defences but only shoot if gorn attacks us directly, count how many pilots are left

"goddamnit where are those fucking pansy-ass muhreens?"

Um, there is no medbay. All we have are cloning tanks, because the military considers you all expendable.
[2] You count 2 pilots left Or at least there were, until Gorn charged through them in his efforts to flee Harry's terrible terrible dance moves. Now there are none. Well ok theres you, but whatever.

start trying to figure out how to fire the tank and shoot the alien
"If anyone knows how to use a tank some help would be nice"

[1] The tank explodes, flinging you into Gorn. He punches your face.

Order the 100 elite marines I cloned to use grenade launchers to blow the ugly half melted alien to pieces.

[3] They manage to glance him with one of the explosions, but mostly they just blow up our fighters.

Free and clear, Gorn steals the last remaining fighter and takes off, leaving the ship in the disarray its in now.

[Furtuka]

Get on the Intercom

"So how does everyone feel about blood pudding tonight?"

[Harry Baldman]

The gimp-suited man, having proved his superiority this day, silently bows to the few survivors on board the ship. They had done well in standing their ground when even great Gorn Guro had fled.

Quietly return to ship psychologist's office, such as it may be.

[Alexandria]

(( You all know whats coming now. ))

Mass clone elite marines, have ships engineers begin internal repairs, replace all destroyed equipment, begin rebuilding main cannon in segments to be bolted on pieces by piece as they are completed.

[Pancaek]

"Oh come the fuck on! he took muh airships. that dick. This is all command's fault."

Procure new fighter ship

[GreatWyrmGold]

Clean the ship. Complain under my breath about the state it was left in.

[killerhellhound]

Just lie on the ground mouning in pain then when I feel better go look for medical supplies to improvise a medbay