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Robotic Zamat Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 11:36 am
Sergeant Peter Franz
...................................Stationary Legion Prater.......Dark Prater
"Happiness can exist only in acceptance."- George Orwell
Peter rode up on his horse, a big black animal who was rather like his rider. Coming up fast and riding low, Peter pulled his gelding up and looked about the busy barracks about him.
He was rather easy to pick out from a crow, even when not on horseback. Not only did this man have a jet black Mohawk down the center of his head and a build that gave the impression of his being built, possibly out of some heavy wood, rather than born, he also has a silver nose-ring hanging from his sinus which swung this way and that as he moved.
All of this made Peter look about as close to a bipedal bull as a human could get.
Catching sight of a cadet, Peter waved him over.
"Cadet!" He snapped, looking terse. "Find Corporal Morrison right this moment!"
"Bad humor is an evasion of reality; good humor is an acceptance of it."-Malcolm Muggeridge
(OOC smile
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 12:42 pm
 Edward "Edge" Morrison
"The path to heaven is often lead through hell..." Muramasa: The Cursed Swordsman
"The path of the sword is similar..." ↳I can keep fighting...can you? [Condition: Green]↳You will not surpass me! [Current Weapon: Long Sword]↳You will know your master, like it or not! [Rank: Corporal]↳Listen to the song of my soul... [Battle Mission: The Duel Without Honor]"If your path ends up leading you through hell..." Edge silently meditated over the happenings of the day, knowing full well that something was going to disturb his peace before he actually got a chance to think about anything. "Corporal Morrison!" Yup, there it was. "Speak quickly." The cadet nodded, prompting Edge to follow him. "A...a titan got past our defensive perimeter somehow. We're trying to assemble a task force to deal with the situation but..." By time the cadet had finished speaking in that urgent tone, Edge was already prepared to head out. As a soldier, he knew well enough to never travel without being prepared. "But it outran you, yes? Then allow me to deal with this before somebody ends up as unintended bait." Edge followed the cadet all the way back to Peter, but despite the situation, Edge has a cool air about him...he wasn't worried in the least. "No need for a situation report, Sergeant...I believe I understand what's happened here."
This would be his first fight in a while, so Edge was hopeful that he remembered the tactics from his own cadet years. While they were very standard movements, they were paramount to the destruction of the target. "Let's go relieve the fighting force." Edge's voice was suddenly sharp as he readied to depart for their target. "Single target...this should be a good warm-up. Let's try to do this with no casualties." Edge thought to himself, no showing any evidence of being worried as he stated his intention to move. Response time was important, as Peter knew, so waiting around wasn't going to do them much good. It was time for a test of synergy, rather than skill.
"Then it's only fitting you keep fighting until you find true nirvana..."
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Robotic Zamat Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 1:05 pm
Sergeant Peter Franz
...................................Stationary Legion Prater.......Dark Prater
"Happiness can exist only in acceptance."- George Orwell
Peter narrowed his green eyes at the Corporal's air as he appeared, but said nothing. Each to his own, and Peter was not one to pick a fight as it usually ended up with finding the other kidney for the victim and that got boring after a while.
"Really?" He said, thoughtfully, eyes not leaving the rather smug-looking Corporal's face. "Well done that man. As of right now, no one but you seems to know exactly what's going on. Mind telling me where you got your info?"
While Peter was not an unkind man, he did not take kindly to those who did not fall into line in the military structure. He was no domineering officer, being the first to step up and salute to his own superiors, but he did require it of those under him to do the same. The rigor was a necessity that was demanded of the short response times desperate situations called for.
"Get on my back-up horse." He ordered.
"Bad humor is an evasion of reality; good humor is an acceptance of it."-Malcolm Muggeridge
(OOC smile
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 1:45 pm
Edward "Edge" Morrison
"The path to heaven is often lead through hell..." Muramasa: The Cursed Swordsman
"The path of the sword is similar..." ↳I can keep fighting...can you? [Condition: Green]↳You will not surpass me! [Current Weapon: Long Sword]↳You will know your master, like it or not! [Rank: Corporal]↳Listen to the song of my soul... [Battle Mission: The Duel Without Honor]"If your path ends up leading you through hell..." The massive Corporal complied with Peter's order, but as Edge expected news traveled very slowly. "I'm just making an assumption based on what I know. As for what I've learned and how...don't you think it's a bit odd that somebody was able to respond quickly enough to deliver such information. How something in such a tight formation happened to fail? I find it strange, but I'll hold my opinions." Edge replied in an almost distant manner as he thought on how exactly this would've happened. He ran the scenarios over in his head, but something wasn't making much sense to him. He did not achieve his rank by keeping his eyes closed and shutting out all of the world, but he also didn't end up where he was by blindly questioning everything that could've only been coincidence. "Regardless of what is fact, and what is just mindless conjecture, it's your lead I will follow in this. Do what you will."
"Then it's only fitting you keep fighting until you find true nirvana..."
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Robotic Zamat Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 3:51 pm
] Sergeant Peter Franz
...................................Stationary Legion Prater.......Dark Prater
"Happiness can exist only in acceptance."- George Orwell
Peter snorted, shaking his head, looking more and more like a bull with these unconscious movements.
"Assumptions are wrong nine times out of ten," he grumbled, "Especially when you don't even know if the news you're getting is true or a joke from some damned a*****e. And no, I don't find it odd, Corporal." He added, sounding disgusted, "I find it bloody suspicious!"
With that, he pulled his steed around and spurred it back the way he had come.
"We have the sighting along the south-eastern sector, towards the village of Kensworth." He told the other officer as the pulled along. "Reports tell us of a 9 meter Titan, non-deviant, which is laying siege to the place. some runners have brought the news and it seems that as far as we know there was still people that are keeping it there."
Peter paused for a while, frowning face in the wind as if he would scowl it down.
"We'll be providing back-up from the west, while a squad of five will be coming up from the north." He continued, thinking this over. "They will be arriving before us by a few minutes, I should think. We will be jumping right into the thick of things, so keep your head."
"Bad humor is an evasion of reality; good humor is an acceptance of it."-Malcolm Muggeridge
(OOC razz lease make sure you quote me, hun, or I'll miss this!! <3 <3 <3 LOL )
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