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 Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 11:58 pm
"Five hours?" Thomas groaned. "Come on, I'm psyched now. Let's hit 'em now." He knew that would be a bad idea; there was some reason for waiting, but he still wasn't happy about it. Five hours of lugging around all this ammunition. If he'd known, he'd have held off 'till a little later.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 8:48 am
Raji looked at her scimitar, grinning. "FG 5500, hmm? Well it certainly is an easy number. You said it needs a name... how about F***er's Gallow? Heheheh..." She said it half-jokingly, mostly because it was the first thing that had come to mind.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 11:54 pm
Arcadia sighed. "You really have NO tolerance for violence whatsoever, do you? F***er's Gallow? Talk about hating your ship AND your job. A disgusting name for a disgusting ship, if you ask me." She shook her head and gestured for Raji to follow. Arcadia led her new teammate to the engineers, got the ordinances registered to their ships, and requested some black and red paint to make this new Scimitar the beauty her last one had been. "Splice yours if you like, but it doesn't sound like you really care. Your call." With that, Arcadia strode toward her ship, a bucket of paint in either hand.
Garrett smirked. "Yes, well I think I just heard the kid say we aren't leaving for another five hours." He stuck the cigarette between his lips again and dropped himself on his a**; the smirk dissipated. "Hope you don't mind if I do," he blew smoke in the direction opposite Jack, "But it's my last one."
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 7:10 am
Jack sighed. Five hours to kill.
"Nooo no no, you misunderstand. I meant F***er's Gallow like it's a gallow for killing f***ers. It was a joke, anyway. I couldn't come up with a good name for my ship if I wanted to." Following suit with Arcadia, she got some black, silver, and white paint from the engineers for her own ship. She followed the other girl toward their ships.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 3:28 pm
"I can tell," was Arcadia's abrupt reply. She set the buckets down in front of the Scimitar registered in her name and immediately got to work with the black paint. "Might I recommend NOT naming your ship? At the very least, learn some respect for it before you attempt to do so." Only then did she look up at Raji, awaiting a response while her hands continued to paint the hull ebony.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 4:00 pm
Dante stood where he was, “Yes Sir. I just have to get a weapon. I prefer a “sugar” more then the bro.” Dante walked over to the S/GUR rack, picked up a S/GUR, inspected it, and put it back on the rack. After 6 or 7 S/GUR, Dante found one that he liked and walked to the battery packs. Dante repeated the same process until he had 4 power packs to his standard. With a grin he turned around, “I'm ready sir.” And hopefully I don't f**k this up.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 8:54 pm
Raji gave an exasperated roll of her eyes while the other girl had her back turned. She's so obsessed with ships! As Arcadia turned back to her, she gave a soft smile. Nodding in agreement, she turned to her own ship and began slopping the black paint on.
[[ 2000+ years and they still haven't come up with a better way to paint crap? ]]
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 12:46 pm
((2000+ years and an interstellar war, Teddo. It's called doing things the inexpensive way. Let the Pilots work their asses off if they wanna make their s**t pretty-- ship, I mean! Ship!))
Arcadia sighed as Raji walked away; the girl didn't understand an ounce of the information she'd tossed around. Pilot Langdon couldn't help but worry that Raji was going to end up dead or at the very least half-dead and crash landed in hostile territory. Raji didn't like fighting or killing, and yet the military was giving her a Scimitar, saying, "Be all you can be," and then expecting her to fly it into battle as if it were just another day in her shuttle. If that wasn't desperation, Arcadia didn't know what was. With another sigh, she pushed the thoughts from her mind and focused on the job at hand.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 7:03 pm
((I agree with Blackbird, I mean just look at Steven, he is so possessive with his scimitar that he is now paranoid of all engineers. And Teddo, should Steven be worried about Raji?))
Releasing a deep sigh, Steven leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table and looked at Emma. His night had really picked up pace quickly. A little confused, and a little...well maybe just confused. But he was still excited, three new pilots for his squadron. A hyper teenager, an intimidating Indian, and a relatively pleasant girl. Yup, Green Squadron now cover most of the emotional and psychological extremes. Giving another deep sigh, he downed the cup of coffee in a few gulps.
"Well Ms. Emma, normally I would take this time to ask you a few things about you to help get to know you, but it looks like you would rather be moving around right now. And the other newbies left for the hanger to prepare for the next mission, so we might as well follow suit," Steven said, once again in a light, carefree tone. With that having been said, he stood up leaving the empty coffee cup and started for the door. "C'mon, we can talk on the way."
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 8:53 am
[[ I haven't decided yet. Possibly. Either Steven, or Arcadia, or both. ]]
Raji worked patiently over her ship, completely drenching it with black paint. Their corner of the bay was left in general silence, but for the echo of things going on across the vast chamber. Raji drew into herself, thinking about the design she was putting on her ship.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 9:51 pm
Kai patted th engineer on the Shoulder "Neither do I, Kid, Neither do I" He watched on as the rest of the soldiers seemed to make up, then finished getting ready. their next orders were to get ready to board an APC that would take them to the frontlines and insert the team where it was needed.
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Emma jumped up hyperactively, Knocking over her empty coffee mug, but ignoring it in favor of following Steven. she asked him again "There anything specific you want to know, sir or can i just start talking about whaterver?... Sir?" She followed along behind him, bouncing about and flitting to and fro, looking at every little thing along the way.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 5:33 am
Thomas stood up. It looked like everyone was ready; maybe this meant they'd at least move somewhere. Hopefully by foot; a little warm-up was still necessary for a properly-executed charge maneuver. The way Thomas figured it, from the insertion point to wherever the nearest indoors were, he'd have to be sprinting, because he was probably just too big. So a little preparation seemed in order. Then again, they might be taking a vehicle. Save some energy. Ah, which was better?
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 8:06 am
Thomas would soon discover that Kai was headed off towards a rather large grouping of APC's about a quarter mile distant. Anyone who knew what an APC looked like (meaning everyone in the Terran military) could tell that that's what they were, even from this distance. Kai yelled to his squad "Allrighty, guys. Make sure you have everything you need. We''re going to head that way. The only way we can get to the insertion point without being mobbed or killed by AA seems to be the APC's so we're loading up and getting ready for a bumpy ride."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 11:16 am
Thomas grinned. That was more like it. He hefted his weight into a jog, something he was sure he could keep up for that far. Get the blood flowing in his legs and what not.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 2:28 pm
"Well, normally I ask about why you first wanted to be a pilot, or something pertaining to their past or ambitions. But right now I am wondering about how much training you have recieved. Because, well, you are knida young, ya know?" Steven said to Emma as he walked casually down the hallway.
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