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 Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 9:29 pm
Steven laughed a little at the odd statement. "I have a feeling that you are going to fit in just fine in my little family. So don't worry, you're in good company," he replied, maintaining a slight smirk, "Now as for our next orders...I...don't exactly...have them yet. All I was told is that we will be receiving further orders shortly. But until then, hows about we go grab some coffee, and you can tell me a little about yourself?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 9:46 pm
She raised and eyebrow, smirking slightly. "That... Sounds good, sir. Please lead the way." She gesture toward the hangar doors. She was rather surprised, actually. It was rare for other people to take much of an interest in her so quickly; or perhaps this was simply the way Steven operated. Either way, she felt it to be a good thing. "But, only so long as you're paying; I'm broke. Sir." She mentally berated herself for almost forgetting to say 'sir.' "And don't expect much out of me."
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 10:25 pm
"Of course, of course," Steven said before leading her out and away from the hanger. It was only a short walk from the hanger to the Hymn's mess hall, and the two pilots were there within two minutes. Aside from the cooks there was only about twenty soldiers in the hall. "Everyone must still be planet side," Steven said mostly to himself as he looked around. Shrugging, he continued the rest of the way to the counter.
"Hey Bobbo! Long time no see! Could you get us two premium roast coffees with a hint of vanilla flavoring?" Steven called to one of the cooks. One of the cooks simply stopped moving and just looked over his shoulder to give Steven a dull glare before grabbing two coffee cups and sticking them up the coffee dispenser that read 'CAFFINATED'. Once they were filled he sat them down in front of Steven and simply said, "Just go."
Steven gave a quick wink to Arcadia before moving over to a vacant table. "Here you go," he offered her one of the cups, "Now, tell me a little about yourself Arcadia."
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 10:33 pm
Arcadia was happy enough to just be moving, although it didn't show on her face. When they entered the mess hall, her eyes floated over all the marines and pilots; she agreed that they must all be planet side. She, on the other hand, had never seen the planet's surface while within the atmosphere. Steven's shouts caught her attention, and she watched the cook glare. Arcadia couldn't suppress the smirk, and walked with Steven to the table, both hands on the cup of coffee. "Most people find it interesting that both my parents are alive." She sat down across from him and took a long sip. God, she'd forgotten how much she loved a good cup of hot coffee.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 9:23 am
Thomas nodded. "So you guys blow stuff up? Man, that must be expensive," he murmured. "I'd take the course, though. Remember playing with cherry bombs and the like when I was a kid. Fireworks; who didn't love 'em?" he told Garrett with a grin.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 12:49 pm
Correction: we blow up important stuff. And I'm part of the experimental division, so I have license to play with any excess explosive materials in the Hymn's workshop. There are currently only ten on staff, although I'm willing to bet our numbers have dropped due to the most recent few battles." He grinned. "So, if you're ever interested, just let me know. I'll see what I can do for you."
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 2:20 pm
"Well it is true that many of the soldiers and pilots in our generation were orphaned by the drathonian assault and now want revenge," Steven replied with a slight shrug before taking another sip of his own coffee, "I am one of them actually, except that I didn't join to get revenge." He looked down at his coffee for a few moments before taking another swig from the mug. "So, you said your parents are still alive. What do they do for a living?" he said getting back to the conversation, "Oh and if you feel that I am talking to much just let me know and you can question me."
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 2:58 pm
Clarissa was off by herself as usual and was just thinking of going to grab a quick bite to eat before trying to get some sleep when her personal datapad began to vibrate. Pulling it out of one of the many pockets within her jacket she saw the symbol that indicated a new message. She read it once then closed it and put the datapad back in the pocket. With a sigh she stood up and and resigned herself to once again walking aimlessly until she found some food.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 4:21 pm
Thomas' grin broadened. "Tom Peterson. P2C. I'll hunt you down sometime," he told Garrett cheerfully. He examined the rifle he was holding. Imagine, if it weren't just grenades he were tossing around; something cool, something powerful. A charge, a bomb, not just a grenade.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 7:34 pm
Jack smirked at the quirky kid that was in his new unit. "Hendlow, don't give the kid ideas," Jack sniggered, "You're the only real demo man on the Hymn because you're the only one born to blow stuff up. The rest of us can only hope to pummel Drathonian skulls in for a living." His grin widening he extended a hand to the younger man. "Jack Gallagher, resident berserker. Good to meetcha."
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:28 am
Thomas' beefy hand slapped into Jack's palm, and he shook his hand rather vigorously. "Peterson, but apparently you heard," he told him with an ever-broader grin. "Betcha I'll be right behind," he told him. "Steel plate stops for no man," here he slapped the plate on his chest for emphasis "or Drathonian, and with a gun, all the better."
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 7:21 pm
Sehene was mildly startled by the buzzing of her communicator, and glared in the direction of the noise, before searching her person to find the offending object. She read the message, nodding as she got up and grabbed her over coat. She put the communicator away and headed to the supply tent, ready receive her weapons, and a...Saviour CAS. She wasn’t too sure what this was, but figured she would either recognize it, or find it highly useful. She came up to the tent and waited in line with all the other soldiers getting their gear. Her turn came, and she was suited with what turned out to be armour that she supposed she had forgotten the actual name of, but nonetheless was trained to use. She then received her Sugar and Bro rifles, fitted them to her sides and added the ammo and any other necessary attachments to the armour. Satisfied with the general armament of her person, she used the HUD to find the meeting area of CIU 215, and proceeded to ‘clank’ to said area. She hadn’t used one of these since training, and found herself walking rather mechanically and frowning at her feet when she arrived, helmet all but hanging from her left hand as she flailed her arms about rather wildly, almost falling over in the process.
((bwaha Sehene is a fail. ;D Hopefully this is cool? General ‘meeting area’ so that it can apply... and hopefully she was supposed to suit up? If not then it can make some funny-ness at her expense ;D))
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 7:44 pm
Kai's guess that the Ammo dump was a good place to find people was correct. Sehene's search for CIU 215 pinked Kai's communicator, which buzzed to inform him of her coming, when she came into view, looking like a human and wearing armor, the Captain didn't think anything of it, though Garrett, Ruth, Kwon and Mortego might. In any case, the "clanging was in Sehene's head, but here presense was real. "You a P2C Sehene?" the Captain asked aloud, waiting on only three more from his squad.
(It's fine, Yumers((Ha! New nickname XD)) i think it's quite funny)
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 8:44 pm
Scouter Kai Kai's guess that the Ammo dump was a good place to find people was correct. Sehene's search for CIU 215 pinked Kai's communicator, which buzzed to inform him of her coming, when she came into view, looking like a human and wearing armor, the Captain didn't think anything of it, though Garrett, Ruth, Kwon and Mortego might. In any case, the "clanging was in Sehene's head, but here presense was real. "You a P2C Sehene?" the Captain asked aloud, waiting on only three more from his squad. (It's fine, Yumers((Ha! New nickname XD)) i think it's quite funny) Sehene's head snapped up when she heard the captains question, and she hastily straightened her sunglasses and subsequently her posture. "Yes sir..." She looked momentarily at the others waiting with him, and recognized their faces from the last mission. She blushed slightly, not just because she was still embarrassed about her actions on the mission, but also how inexperienced she was with the armour. ((haha sw33t...and nice...that's actually a pretty good nickname lol <.< blaugh my post is really really short...sorry about that...<.<))
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 8:57 pm
Kai looked on as the Girl confirmed she was indeed, "Still Sehene". She's wearing sunglasses? at night? well... she does look kinda pale and the floodlights are rather bright.. I'll just keep quiet. he thought, before answering her "Welcome to CIU 215, your new home for this offensive and, if enough of us stay in one piece, possibly more of the war." He wandered toward the dump, calling out to his squad "Anyone who doesn't have their requisitioned equipment should follow me"
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As Emma's shuttle touched down in the Hangar of the now somewhat famous "Battle Hymn", she jolted awake from her light slumber. getting shooed off, she checked her orders again and pinged the communicator for the location of this "Steven Kerning" Overlaying the ping to a mmap of the ship, the girl followed the directions to the mess. Steven would get a small buzz as he was alerted of the Ping.
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