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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 3:46 pm
[[ wtf is an apc.... sweatdrop ]]
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 4:10 pm
((Armored Personal Carrier))
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 10:58 pm
Garrett noticed that it was time to leave and he climbed to his feet. Perfect timing too, because his cigarette had reached its end. He dropped the cigarette to the ground with a sigh, then offered a hand to Jack. "Let's go. Time to get this show underway."
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 9:47 am
Emma giggled. "I get that all the time. I've had about four years of training, mostly in simulators, but the last year I was placed in charge of my training squadron. They transferred me over here, because i turned sixteen about a month ago, and they thought I was skilled enough to handle frontline duty." Even though every word Emma had said was true, Steven would have a hard time believing her between the goofy grin and the shaking and bouncing about. In all seriousness, however, the hyperactive reflexes were not just the effect of the coffee, they were part of what made her such a good pilot, though the coffee did lessen her control over them.
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Kai watched the various Soldiers in his squad get up and get ready to board the APC's, and he looked over them all, having a generally good feeling about them. The mission, however, was not something he looked forward to. Close quarters with desperate Drathonians was suicide unless you were experienced in dealing with them. This new kid, Dante, Was worrying the Young Captain. Kai had lost men before, but they had all been either repatriated convicts, or professional soldiers, Most of whom were distant. There didn't seem to be any distance with this eager kid, willing to fight and die when he could have lived a life of safety back in the Altresian empire, or aboard one of the rimworld colonies that had been missed by the lizards.
And yet here he himself was, Actually Younger than Dante, thinking of the soldier as someone so much younger. In a way, that was true. This kid hadn't seen the kind of vicious, violent, gritty reality of warfare, had not Been nearly killed more times than a person cared counting, as he and Gallhager and Hendlow had. Though his early past was as horrendous as evryone else's, he didn't have the brutal recent history of the band of marines command had decided to lump together.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 7:39 pm
Dante was getting nervous. He had never been in this kind of mission before. Dante didn't know what to expect. All he could go on was basic training and as that thought passed through his head, he remember one buddies from boot camp: “There is a reason they call it basic training. They give you the very basics and expect you to figure it out on your own.” That was not a comment he would have like to think of at this moment.
Whenever Dante got nervous he looked for something to work on. He walked around the APC 3 times slowly looking for any flaws whatsoever before deciding he could do nothing at the moment to improve. Dante entered the APC and looked around for the same thing inside but could not find anything. In fact he thought they gave them an almost new APC. Dante wished he had something to read or do. He didn't want to sit and think and risk his mind betraying him. He cursed his luck as he sat down in the APC and cut himself from his mind in a futile hope to forget about everything for the moment.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 10:02 pm
Once Jack was on his feet, Garrett followed the group toward the APC, feeling rather nonchalant yet again. When he laid eyes on the new engineer, he even managed a genuine smile. He was walking circles around the APC, inspecting it, and looking nervous as a lab rat. Finally, he went inside and the demolitions expert followed. "Hey, engy, what's your name?" Garrett was standing with one foot outside the APC, one in, and a hand gripping a hold on the ceiling near the door.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 1:49 pm
A half a second passed before Dante realized that Garret was talking to him. Stumbling over his words as he started to speak, he said “I'm um.. Private Second Class Dante Sol.” As he got a good look at Garret, he recognized him as the captain he mistook for Kai and quickly added a “Sir” to the end.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 2:00 pm
Thomas squeezed in past Garrett. He didn't fit well in the enclosed space of the APC; he was simply too large of frame. Terrifyingly so, in fact. He would've been claustrophobic, but he wasn't claustrophobic, so it didn't bother him. It probably would bother whoever was sitting next to him, though; he'd be encroaching a little on their seat.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 3:32 pm
Jack hustled past Hendlow and slammed in beside Thomas, dropping like dead weight down on the already half-filled seat. He looked over to the other soldier, his usual air of humor completely restored. "Well kiddo, yer pretty big. I'd stand behind you as a shield, but with a target that big every lizard in town'll be aiming for ya. Heh heh heh...." His devilish grin across his face, he dropped his gun into the slot beside him and strapped himself into the seat. He looked over to Garrett. "Yo Hendlow, you gonna sitcher a** down or what? I have an appointment to keep."
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 7:32 pm
Kai Herded the other soldiers in the squad into the APC, Patting Hendlow on the back before entering himself. "Go easy on him, He's a bit green" The captain whispered to the Demo man, before giving Dante a swift smile and seating himself. As soon as Garrett got in, Kai would have him close the door and the APC would be off, to trundle toward the enemy base. It would be a long drive, nearly four hours cramped in the back of the vehicle.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 8:54 pm
Thomas burst into laughter. "Oh, that's what I'm good at," he returned. "Taking fire is a specialty of mine." That wasn't entirely a joke, either.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 9:06 pm
Garrett laughed and then nodded. "Yeah, he's green alright. Like ******** Terra, he's green." With everyone inside, he closed the hatch and planted his a** in the seat beside Jack, smirking. He pounded twice on the wall behind him. "Let's get moving! We've got lizards to roast!"
Then he looked at Dante a second time. To Kai, he said, "You sure we should bring fresh meat with us? You know how hot the field gets when we're around. You think he'll even last the first hour?" Then he realized he was probably scaring the s**t out of Dante.
"No offense, engy, but this squad always ends up in the most intense situations, and I'm willing to bet a kid straight out of basic isn't exactly likely to survive. Just a matter of the facts. Don't let it bother you. You keep your a** behind Jack and you'll be fine."
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 9:54 pm
Dante showed no sign of change; that is if you can't hear his pulse double in speed as he listen to Garrett and Kai speak. Damn someone has it out for me. When Garrett spoke to Dante, his response was quicker: “Yeah, Captain Nakamura said something similar. Sir.” As the APC started moving, Dante contrasted on the sound of the treads moving across the dirt. Now I know why they did there hardest not to put me in the front lines. It's sounds suicidal. I really hope I don't get killed on my first mission off Chaos. John and the rest of the crew would be heart broken. Dante gave off a slight sigh as he started looking over his S/GUR to preoccupy his mind.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 8:06 am
Jack grinned. "I doubt standing behind me will improve his chances of living. Try this kid-" he said, pointing to Thomas, "according to him, he's a great human shield."
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 7:02 pm
Steven simply shrugged. "Works for me so long as you have some training. Just listen to me and play nice with your squadmates and you will get get the hang of thing real quick," Steven said as the two of them passed through a doorway into the vast hanger. Checking his wristwatch he said, "Still have time before take off, so we better check our scimmys make sure there are no kinks. And maybe, just maybe, I can try and get an actual conversation going with the rest of our squad." With that Steven began moving towards the section of the hanger where Green Squadron was located.
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