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 Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 11:09 am
She looked over to Dark. " That's all you needed? " She smiled to him. " Well I have three kinds to chose from. . . The first is the F-22 Raptor, the second is the F-14 Tomcat like Bad Company, Or the classic F-18 Super Hornet. let me know what you would like to use then I can pull up the paper work and get it fixed up. "
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 12:26 pm
"Great just how I wanted... umm" he said thinking of another question, stopping and turning back to the hangar "Do you ever give out missions or anything that would involve leaving base?" he asked not looking over his shoulder as he turned a corner
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 2:57 pm
" Yes, but there has been nothing at of late. Sometimes you could fly over to the navy ship and see if they need another fly boy. " She said with some prowis in her voice.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 4:57 pm
*nick walks out and looks around*
"What happin my fellow people"
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 6:08 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 12:22 pm
She looked to dark once again. " I hope I have answered all your questions to your liking. Now pardon me I would like to go train. " She headed towards the gym.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 12:29 pm
She gets to her locker and changes into a leatard and a pair of air force shorts. she then pulls her hair back into a small ponytail. She walks out to the blue floor mat and streached out.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 12:48 pm
She then stood and slid Mudvayne into the CD player and cranked it up all the way as she started with the basics. She took a running start and did four back flips and a step out, Then ended it with a handless cartwheel with a tight summersault. She landed it. She took another running start in to flip and then in to a rotated body tuck into the slpits. The soft floor under the mat snapped against the hard wood floors as she landed and rested her torso along her right leg.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 1:01 pm
chris woke up from his nap and looked around."heh... i must love sleeping...i wonder where kaylee is?" he started walking around bored out of his mind.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 1:04 pm
She stood with ease from the splits and then walked over to where the music was blasting to get the Sports tape she hed brought out with her. She put the cloth tape to her skin and began to wrap her wrists as the angery pulse of the music echoed through the gym.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 10:58 am
hmm, mayybe its about time that I started started my combat training as well. he thought to himself, but instead of going to a training room he headed back towards the hangar to find a fighter jet that would best suit him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 11:13 am
stoppping in the entry way to the hangar dark thought of the plane he wanted, his eyes resting on the F-18 Super Hornet. This is the one right here.
he thought as he stepped closer, climbing the small step ladder to further inspect its cockpit. "Yeah this is it, but maybe I can talk Kaylee into changing the color scheme to a solid black and forest fatigue set, and when she's done with that I'll install and new weapons system and a whole new artillery rack." he said aloud thinking of the abilities it could have
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 11:29 am
hopping down from the step ladder Dark leaves the hangar looking for a weapons facility to stock up on small firearms, noticing that his that his favorite gun, the Field 1911 had been long in need of repairs, so he dicided that not only will he repair his gun, he'd also stock up on a couple more.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 7:53 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 9:05 am
Walking through the long maze of corridors, Dark finally found a large steel reinforced door with a sign above it labled Weapons Containment And Ammunition Storage. Hoping that he woulndn't need a access code he notices a small hole in the door with the words insert index below it. Removing his glove, Dark sticks his index finger into the hole and feels a slight p***k as a needle removes blood and his finger prints is scanned.
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