[video] because he needs to do something so why not the obvious?

[game_over_man]

[Have a very, uh, animated Hudson, friends.  Because it's bad enough he's stranded, can't find Hicks, and possibly has an alien babby in his guts.  You'd think fate would leave him alone, right? ]

[Nope. Apparently all this awesome attracts danger like...some attracty thing.]

[The video feed is unstable, as Hudson is running. Behind him, you can hear, likely, the thunderous sound of large dinosaur feet.]

FUCKIN' DINOSAURS!!

Jesus fuckin' Christ what the ever living fuck is wrong with this place?!

[A slamming stop as he ducks behind part of what was once a stone wall.]

Yeah. uh, [pause while he tries to catch his breath, and his cool]  So. We got another, uh, problem here. Anyone got a plan? 

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[game_over_man]

[Clearly you've never heard of Tactical Flailing. It's a legitimate strategy!]

'Shouldn't' be burning. You really know how to give a pep talk, pal.

[Still, dying while leading a host of slavering dinosaurs away from civs is better than dying squatting behind a wall. ]

[You know what? Sometimes being a grunt sucks.]

[Scratch that: ALL the time.]

River it is. [He curses, checks the magazine of his gun, and then darts out in front of dinotraffic.]

Your grandkids are used by my people as nuggets, asswipes!!

[And he's off. Seriously. Who wouldn't chase after that?]

[truth_is_cold]

[He can't say anything. Command work is what eventually will do him in, and he knows it. Death by dinosaur is better in his opinion than death steeped in political turmoil.

Also dinosaur nuggets what?]

If you pass by one of the underground entrances go down. You're not expendable.

[He'll continue to shoot out the window and see if he can keep the dinosaurs going in the direction of the river.]

[game_over_man]

[Yeah, well, Hudson would like to throw 'death by alien baby eating its way out of your chest' as another dot on that spectrum. One day he'll get that looked at. When he can admit that he was, you know, violated.]

[Man has his pride, dammit.]

[That actually causes him to falter in his stride. Wut?]

Private First Class in the Marines, sir. Kind of the definition of 'expendable'.

[Still, he recovers with the awesome and panache he is known for (in his own mind): he spins, peppering the dinosaurs with shots before he takes off again.]

I got yer dippin' sauce, lizard butt!!

[truth_is_cold]

You're not here. But I'll explain when you're not being chased.

[Because he's pretty sure Hudson would get himself killed. And he thinks he sees him. Maybe. He's going to whip out his drill sergeant voice.]

Dome heads comin' at your three o'clock. Move it Hudson.

[And there will be the sound of firing. A pachycephalosaurus is gonna bellow loudly and run into the legs of another dinosaur.]