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((Kristi you can hear him. He dosnt have his helment or com.

"We're almost there."
He enterd a Com to Mathias and said "He will need a medic when we get there."
He turned to Bisenti and said "Keep running. Ill draw their fire." at that he stoped and took a knee and started to fire at the jackels and their sheilds.
Before he could think he had burns on both shoulders one on his knee cap and a nasty burn on his chest. The pain was almost underable, but he had to save his marine. He threw a grande and blew the front line of Jackles away and took off running againe. Bisenti had already made it behind the saftey of the sniper and had other marine intercepting him. Then Howie was finale out of range and he could barely walk and the burns were bad. "Mathias Sir. Bisenti is back safely. Get him a medic." he fell down by a rock and layed his head back agaisnt the rock and said "Oh yea Sir. Can I get a beer?"

Kristi backed up alittle firing as she backed up. Shed love hand to hand but..... well... yeah shed love hand to hand... She in a burst of speed bolted at ALL of teh advancing covanent, knives drawn. ((I know but my com was off my head while he dropepd it my char doesnt know that)

Thomas Mendez, New recruit, stepped into the sparsely decorated, Metal alloy walled, base. For the time being, he was assigned to stay at the base until given further orders. "Well, I guess now would be a good time to clean the stuff they gave me." Mendez walked into his bare room, lay his suitcase carrying all of the standard issue marine gear on it except his armor which he took off piece by piece and slowly and metholically cleaned every joint. "Piece of crap if you ask me, I could have made better." Mendez grew up building suits of armor, always wanting to wear a suit of his custom armor into combat. "Maybe....Hell, I'll work on it." He took a few custom plates out of his bag and removed the same parts from his standard armor. "These will stay as back-up armor replacements." He had no Idea how much those would come in handy. After he unpacked, he lay down his Battle rifle and cleaned it slowly as his father taught him. "no use if it jams." After he finished, his gear stowed securely by his bed, He left his room in his uniform leaving his armor behind him in his room.

(( I'm new too, so I guess I'll just follow your lead, TFK ))

Scarlett sighed and smirked to herself. She had been over the drills time and time again, but the thrill never got old. Her training had finally caught up, and now she would use the skills she learned. Scarlett was released, along with the other soldiers, to continue what they were doing. She walked back down the hall to her bunk. The sound of dozens of boots thumping on metal she knew would become all too familiar. The doors slid open, and she walked in, placing her rifle with utmost love and care onto its holder. Her room was small, just enough for a desk, a bed, and a shelf of gear and clothes. Scarlett sat on her bed, and leaned back against the wall, wondering how much sleep she would get once on the field.

Scarlett closed her eyes, and laid down upon the bed. Turning on her side, she tried to sleep.

Waking up about half an hour later, she moaned and scratched her hair. Rolling over to her side, she decided she was hungry. Slipping out of her battle armor, she slipped on olive drab pants, a black top, and her boots.

Scarlett walked out of the room, the doors sliding behind her. Walking down the corridor to the mess hall, she pushed the bridge of her glasses up her nose, and stood in line for food.

Sitting down at the table, Scarlett quickly ate, looking straight ahead. She listened to Privates at other tables being quizzed, going over the answers in her head. She finished her meal, and gulped down the last of her water. She threw the disposable dishes away, and walked back into her room, singing to herself, sitting on her bed, polishing her boots.

Scarlett's tiny speakers on her glasses rang a message that had some static and in the background, guns going off. She hurriedly grabbed her suit, and dressed, in case she was about to be leaving. Sure enough a few minutes after, a new voice spoke, calm and clear.

"Marines, squadrons Alpha through Echo, report to the front!"

"That's me..." Scarlett said excited, and a bit nervous.

Boots thundered down the hall. She ran out of the room with her MA5B, and with a group of others, entered the armory. She paced the halls, grabbing a MD6 and 4 frag grenades. Then exited, running with the rest to the front. They stood in a line, listening to orders.