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 Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 5:24 am
Stepping back from the fully dismantled submachinegun the young initiate listened to the heart felt speech of his superior. He closed his eyes slowly so as to keep himself from blatantly disagreeing with his squad leader. The last thing this new member needed was to see that level of insubordination and the last thing that any rank structure needed was its lower enlisted getting out of line. Opening his eyes back up to the sight of half of his firearm on the table and the other half beneath the table, the young man walked back to his locker. After repeating the process for opening his disfunctional locker he reached inside and produced a large knap-sack which he then took over to the workbench.
With a disassembled ball of metal and plastic in his left hand he left the area as abruptly as he'd entered. Giving the same nod of awknowledgement to his squad leader from before.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 11:43 am
Lola watched her squad leader's movements in silence, her mind beginning to wander, running over the details she recalled about her pistol from when she had dismantled and reassembled it; ensuring that that she wouldn't forget how to care for the SIGsauers. As soon as Razgriz spoke again, once more in a tone that made Lola blush uncomfortably, her attention returned to him. As she heard his words, she couldn't help wondering about the truth of all of it; or at least, its applicability to some of the situations she'd been in. However, as she'd never worked with more than herself in any task, she decided to try to take his advice as often as she could. Thus far, however, all of the moves she had taken that might be considered reckless were the most lucrative moves she'd ever made.
When she noted the movement of her squad leader's hand to his chest, a look of slight confusion came to appear upon her face. She wondered if perhaps he was moving his hand over his heart in some symbolic movement, or if he was recalling a time in which something had penetrated that area. Either way, she had no idea what the movement meant.
When his voice shifted in tone and he spoke with more gusto, her attention was immediately drawn to his words. Once he had finished announcing his subjective opinion, she suppressed the urge to giggle and instead maintained a blank look upon her face. She nodded silently, but couldn't help the words that she spoke in response, "I'd rather have a mission in life that I could actually complete, as opposed to sacrificing other things for the sake of my own survival only to eventually end up dead." Her face held a look of smugness upon it, as though hearing her superior officer's opinion had made her feel slightly elevated in the field of philosophical viewpoints.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 10:31 pm
Zaid smiled at her response before he spoke up "you know, that's exactly how i was when I was first accepted into the brotherhood, always breaking away from my group, charging enemy lines alone, trying to draw fire, thinking that by doing this I was keeping them safe, only to find them charging after me trying to protect me, and in the end I end up endangering their lives," he took a deep breath before he continued "I am not asking you to cower away during a fight, just don't put yourself so far away that we can't reach you, it never ends well, I know there are situations where you have to throw caution to the wind and charge ahead, but be carefull,"
he then sighed as he lowered his head with his eyes slowly closing and his chest expanding as another intake of air filled his lungs, he raised his head up opening his eyes as he spoke with a sorrow full tone and said "otherwise, you could end up like me, like this," and he moved both of his hands gripping he bottom rim of his blouse and raising it up revealing his mid section, and a scar, more like a gash that stretched from over the left side of his pelvis all the way up to his fifth left rib, and from his left side to the center of his abs, the suturing marks all very apparent, after about 5 seconds he lowered his blouse again covering it up,
he knew it was propably a bad idea to show her that scar before she even entered combat, but going up against Korr he had to make sure she had an idea of what would happen if she tried to work solo instead of a member of a group, he sighed before he continued "we were assaulting a very powerfull opponent, a 4 story tall mutant to be exact, I was already wounded, and instead of retreating so my comraes won't have to worry about me I charged ahead, and I ended up with an icicle bigger than my leg stuck in me pinning me into a wall, Brutus risked his life to save me and two other initiates gave theirs as they provided cover for us,"
his left leg bent as he took a knee again and looked her in the eye before he said "if you or any other member die it weakens us as a whole, your squad, the Brotherhood itself, everyone will be weaker, and THAT is more important than anything else, with your comrades around you a mission will almost always be a success, even if you are wounded, but if you die, it will just be an empty victory," he took a deep breath before he continued this time with a serious tone and a determined look in his eye, "you have a greater destiny than to die in a mission, you and all the others here in this Brotherhood are the ones who will set this world straight and bring back order to these lands, so make sure you accomplish that, I will not allow anyone of you to die before you do that, and that's my order!"
((wow, talk about a rant, sheesh, what was I thinking? oh and for refrence I suggest you view the Mutant Vats Assault RP, or just the last few pages of it if you want to see that big a** mutant))
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 1:25 pm
Lola frowned at Zaid's interpretation of her words, he had completely misunderstood what she meant; he hadn't even allowed her to explain what her thoughts on the matter were. When he finished, Lola began debating whether or not she should correct him, but before she'd gotten very far into her consideration, her squad leader had continued. Her eyes widened as she saw the severe scars that covered his torso, 'He must have been near a field medic...' She thought, trying to figure just how he had survived such serious injuries. When he went on to describe the enemy they had faced, Lola sat in silent disbelief. She had never encountered a mutant of any form beyond those wondering the wastes as part of the natural wildlife. Even then, she was impressed by the massive size of the insects that had survived the war, as well as how large some of the rodents had come to be. The prospect of a four-story tall mutant, however, was more than she had ever expected to have risen out of the ashes of the war.
Her thoughts ceased as she noticed Razgriz taking a knee so that he might be on eye level with her. His opinions on what their goal as a member of the Brotherhood was were revealed in greater depth to her, and she began to see how he could have come to believe in such ideas. Still, she considered her personal goal in life to override what he seemed to think she had to do, and didn't adopt his viewpoints. Still, she respected her squad leader's determination and faithfulness to his Brothers and Sisters. She hesitated to speak, but her defiant nature overwhelmed her. "I'd rather die well than have my death be in vain, yes, but I would not consider it an empty victory if my sacrifice were to allow a mission's success. In fact, I'd consider it a good way to die, and that's something that really matters to me. It would be selfish of you to decide for yourself how I should view or want others to view my sacrifice, if it truly leads to something I see as worth dying for. There are things bigger than ourselves out here, but each individual still has a right to decide what would be considered best for him or herself." She paused only long enough for her words to sink in before continuing, "And as for bringing order to these lands, that's a task that will take far longer than my lifetime. In fact, it will always be a struggle. To think that sacrificing our goals just to keep ourselves from getting hurt is the right thing to do is, to me, stupid and dishonorable."
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 4:21 pm
Zaid couldn't help but smile brightly at this passionat one before him, he lowered his head with that smile still on his lips a he said "spoken like a true warrior, I know that your words hold truth, but for you to sacrifice yourself for a mission it has to be worth it, and I never said that giving your life for the sake of your comrades' or the mission is wrong, I only wanted you to understand what would happen should you go too far ahead seperating from your group, and acting alone, we've all taken bullets for each other more than once, and we've never held it in regret," he paused a little as if to consider his next words before he continued "and never sacrifice your goals, I just want you to be carefull so that you might live to actually achieve them,"
and the 21 year old stood back up slowly rising from his kneeling position as he took another breath of air that was exhaled shortly after he was straight up on his two feet, turning his back to her momentarilly he walked over to his own locker, and after opening it he reached inside with both of his hands and took out his entire gear, both desert eagles and MP5s and his trusted AK-47, he then turned and he looked at her before he said "I am proud to have someone like you in my squad, I think you'll fit in nicely with us, after we finish our upcoming mission,"
he then turned bck facing her as he walked slowly towards another work bench close to hers and started setting his weapons there one at a time trying to make as little noise as possible in the process before he slowly shifted his feet over the bench and sat down, with that same smile on his face he looked at her as he said "if you have any questions or requests just ask me," and he started dismantling and cleaning each weapon slowly and attentively, this squad seemed to be fitting together nicely in his mind, all of them are capable members, even the girl seems really good, although there was no mention of former combat experience in her file, it seems she has seen more than one fight at least, her words seemed to indicate that clearly,
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 6:07 pm
* As a new initiate approches the armory he is forced to make the decision weather or not to have small guns or big guns,he then decides(10 minutes later) as he walks out he feels pleased and happy of what his decision was,he had chosen big guns with a Fat Man on his back,having made his own mini-nukes by able to stablize the contents inside so that he can light the mini-nukes on fire before he shoots making a much more bigger and deadlier weapon,he then forgot to put on his armor he requested himself,after he put it on he feels like a true american soldier for he was wearing the T-51b power armor and helmet.*
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 11:22 am
  (((Pein neither of those items are even allowed to anyone in this guild, let alone an Initiate)))
DG walked into the armory. Going to his locker he pulled out his weapons. Two modified desert eagles, check. Pancor Jackhammer, check. Sniper Rifle, check. Spear, check. Making a mental checklist as he took them out of the locker and placed them on a workbench. Ge then went to one of the shelves and grabbed the appropriate things he would need for his job. Going back to the workbench he began the tedious task of the cleaning and upkeep of his weapons.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 8:07 pm
Finishing both desert eagles, he placed them off to the side. Taking his pancor jackhammer, he continued his task of cleaning his weapons. Meticulously taking it apart, setting each piece off to the side, and polishing them. It helped him learn about his weapons, how they worked, and where there weaknesses lay.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 9:56 am
((I already PMed himm about it, and I explained the situation, he just misunderstood somethings,))
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 6:34 pm
With Azure now one step closer to his old rank, he returned to the armory for a makeover. Gone was the need for primitive slug-throwers, now he had access to energy weapon technology. Azure picked up a laser rifle and pistol from the restricted lockers. He also fitted himself with his old power fist. It crackled to life as energy ran through it. He remembered when he killed many creatures with this dangerous weapon... now he felt complete.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 3:29 am
that reminded me of the scene fromSweeny Todd when he brandishes his razor and says "at last my arm is complete" lol
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 12:01 pm
DG finished all of the maintenance on his weapons he put them away. Then he cleaned up the area he used, putting away all the tools and chemicals. He sighed, leaving as he looked over his shoulder at his locker. For some reason leaving them alone felt so wrong.
(((Exits)))
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 5:23 pm
Fina entered the Armory, grinning like a fox as she usually did. She knew she wasn't exactly the most welcome person in the armory, being the lockpicking thief she was. She figured she'd go ahead and get her weapons and equipment back, now that she'd returned and all...
She went to the lockers available to her rank, deciding against doing anything that might land her in trouble just yet, picking up her Stealth Boy first. She LOVED this toy... After that she moved to another and pulled a set of Night Vision Goggles out and set them on her forehead. Next she moved along to Throwing Stars and Throwing Knives. Ten of each should do the trick, just like old times! After this, she moved to another locker and got a familiar suit of armor. Wraith armor was her favorite, and it still fit perfectly! Setting her throwing weapons onto her Belt and her Stealth Boy onto her arm after changing into the armor, she moved along to grab up a Grenade Pistol, and a Laser Pistol, setting each in a holster at either side of her belt, grabbing up ammo to set in pouches along the armor... Finally she topped it all off with an old favorite of hers. She let her teeth show a little with her usual constant grin as she picked up the Combat Knife from the locker, performing a few fancy twirls with her finger in the loop of it near the handle guard.
Setting the knife in it's sheath at her belt, she started out of the armory, thoroughly pleased with herself and what she boasted now, allowing whoever might not like the thief's presence in there to relax
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 9:26 pm
DGwar DG finished all of the maintenance on his weapons he put them away. Then he cleaned up the area he used, putting away all the tools and chemicals. He sighed, leaving as he looked over his shoulder at his locker. For some reason leaving them alone felt so wrong. you've got some issues with guns man, or at least your character does,
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