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 Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 8:40 pm
Two bases, separated by half a mile, each responsible for holding the border to countries it's defenders aren't even sure exist anymore. Manned by genetically modified soldiers who need only a good night's sleep and fresh air to survive. Neither side has heard from their respective superiors in over a year, ammunition is running low. Their old agression is mostly forgotten with no clear motive to fuel their morale, skirmishes over mere trivialities are the norm now; though the soldiers stationed there have found it eerily hard to keep an enemy combatant dead short of immolation and disintegration. With no word to the outside or a way out, and still very much programmed not to desert their station- each side may slowly be going batshit insane.
-Please specify in your first post if you belong to south base or north base, your (please pick just one) primary weapon, and nickname.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 9:21 pm
-South Base Trooper "Soap", hours ?? : ??-
Soap had taken to spying on the North Base lately, he could only keep a visual with his pulse rifle (which was more a telescope that occasionally shot bullets now) so his favorite game to play was making up dialogue for whoever he could see. Complicated, intricate and shaky relationships rife with drama and betrayal. That's probably how he got his nickname. Treating the North Base like his own soap opera to watch. There wasn't much else to do really. 'Oh!' Soap was alert now, his imagination kicked into overdrive seeing one of the northern troopers pulling another aside to talk 'it looks like that North grunt is going to tell his friend he plans to propose to their squad leader. But he doesn't know that the squad leader is a vampire! And that his best friend is really a clone of the grunt's father! Since his friend had gotten the Northern Doctor Pregnant, the base will really be in surprise when it looks like the Nothern Team's grunt's dad!'
Of course none of this was real. Except maybe that the Northern team's leader was a vampire, Soap was convinced this was totally true.
'Oh...' Northern team was heading off their roof and down into their base. Show's over for now. Soap laid his rifle on his lap and kicked his feet back and forth over the edge of the roof, letting out a sigh. If only things were as exciting at Southern base as they were at Northern base.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 10:38 pm
- North Base Medic "Twitch"
To hell with the lot of them, maybe today the South would win. The words weren't spoken aloud...at least Twitch didn't think they were....
His head jerked to the right and left before his mind could catch up. Clear coast...no one heard the unspoken words.
He grimaced.
Of course...they wouldn't..unspoken. But looking would make them suspicious...make them paranoid.
His head jerked again..independent of what the mind wanted.
"Twitch! Stop yer mumblin' a body's tryin' to sleep!
Twitch sat upright and froze...they had heard.
He had spoken aloud..he needed to get out if his mind was going to be this noisy.
"Sorry, Blake." He said..loud, so that he knew he said it aloud. The words resonated in his ears as he grabbed the rungs for the ladder.
One..two..three.. he counted - again with the unspoken words.
He laid flat on the roof...so /they/ can't see me..stomach pressed uncomfortably against his spine.
They sent me here to die..one mistake and they sent me here. Here...where the soldiers don't need fixing. Genetically modified soldiers and they send a medic... Twitch sighed Nothing to do most days...
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