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 Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 4:16 pm
Linda shrugged and put it back into her pocket. She managed to ignore the giggle.
"It's a bad habit I picked up back on my home world."
Her voice caught at the mention of the planet. She cleared her throat and continued on like nothing happened.
"It relives a bit of stress, 'tis all. I should probably quit. But hey, one way of dieing’s as good as another, right? I take it your a new recruit?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 4:24 pm
"Yes, but not as good as the best. I'd rather not die at all." The doors to the lift hissed and slid open." Well we better get going. Dont want to miss all the fun." Coop waited for her to exit since he wasn't sure where to go or which pelican to board." I'll just follow you."
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 4:36 pm
Linda pushed herself off the wall and out of the lift. She stoped by one crate, and pulled out a hand gun. Linda sighted and checked it, nodding and slipped it into the empty holster on her thigh. She paused next another and pulled out three spare clips, an assualt rifle, and three other spares for that one.
"I take it I'm your ride this time? What unit are you in?"
Linda gave a small wave up to the Flight Control room. She made her way towards a rather battle scarred pelican with an almost faded Red-039 on the side of it. A man in a flight uniform was sitting on a crate next to the lowered boarding ramp, smokeing. He looked up at them, stood, ground out the bud with the toe of his boot and slipped it into his pocket with one hand while the other tugged the helmet onto his head.
"You certainly took your time getting your arse down here. Who's the cannon fodder?"
((EDIT: Take this to the port side launch bay?))
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 7:58 pm
Linda pushed her way off the lift and over to her bunk. She tossed her much battered and dented helm down on her trunk, at the foot of her bunk. She yanked off her padded flight top, threw it on the bunk and stretched out on her side on the narrow bed beside it. Linda's hands ran tiredly over her face. She jumped in surprise when she felt the hardened arms slide up her stomach and the body pressing against her back.
"Tired, love? You need more rest. You know what Captain Lychion would say 'God is not on the side of the big battalions, but on the side of those who shoot best.' And those with sleep caking their eyes can't aim well at all."
"Roiben? What're you doing up here? Your s'posed to be waiting in the mess hall...for me, I might add. I was just comming down now."
Quiet laughter filled her ear. A finger slid up and touched Linda's mouth. She stopped talking.
"So I see. That could wait and I'm just glad your back in one piece...although, you would be a very pretty pile of gore. Whatever happened to your unitless cannon fodder?"
"Coop? I don't know. Last I saw him; he was a dwindling speck on a too grey planet."
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 4:18 pm
PFC Riley McDawson joins up with Alpha platoon as a replacement.
User Name: slam-skull
Character Name: Riley McDawson
Date of Birth: 3/16/2486
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Height: 69”
Weight: 154lbs
Blood Type: B negative
Eye Color: blue
Ethnicity: Caucasian (Irish)
Physical Description: 2” messy red hair, glasses, thin but not too thin Reasonably well muscled.
Background Summary: Riley was your typical geek in High School in Dublin, Ireland. He joined up because he didn’t want to sit still and let the Covenant kill all humans. He joined at 17 before he could be drafted.
Select Ship Unit: UNSC Titan.
Field Specialty : Combat Specialist
Secondary Specialty: Techno-Mechanics
DO NOT TOUCH THIS PART!
Weapon: (This is for the moderators to fill out.)
Upgrades: (This is for the moderators to fill out.)
Armor: (This is for the moderators to fill out.)
Rank: (This is for the moderators to fill out.)
Due for Promotion: (This is for the Captain to fill out.)
I hereby swear myself to the devotion of the U.N.S.C. Marine Corps.
In time's of need and in times of peace, I shall protect my Mother
Earth from any threat that wields harm towards it, for I am a Marine.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 7:51 am
Riley crawls into a bunk and falls asleep.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 3:33 pm
((MAn, I am so sorry I have never posted. I got so busy I forgot all about the guild x.x. But now here I am, what do I need to do?))
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 5:52 pm
Cross finds his rack and drops off his things.Being newly inducted into the Marines he knew what was coming for him.Being a military brat had its advantages of awareness.But Cross was ready for the hazing.He knew he had to start out right, so he suited up in his Dress uniform and tied his dress shoes.Made sure his uniform was displayed correctly and walked out of the barracks.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 3:41 pm
"Hello?" Mark said into the room. He then walked and realized he was in the right place. he asked (who ever is near the door) where alpha was...he set up his bunk and looked around the room...observing the others in the room. It was easy to tell the difference between the new recruits and the veterans... eventually he found sleep.
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