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Post by Shadow on May 1, 2008 19:55:19 GMT -5
"Those eggheads say anything to piss me off and I will shoot them and take any penalty, I don't know what I'm protecting and from that last missions I bet it's more strogg..."He growled once the Captain was out. "I should've shot the guy in the head before so we could go straight to Earth..." With that he walked out and grabbed his gear and more importantly his weapons, his assault rifle, blaster and a shotgun now. Plus extra ammo he asked for, if ANYTHING popped out he would make sure to blow it's head off before it could mouth the word 'shit'.
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Post by Cartwright on May 1, 2008 19:59:53 GMT -5
"Right. Well, have fun getting hit by EVERY UCMJ regulation they can throw at you, staff sergeant. Personally, I am gonna follow orders and get the hell off that ship. I HAVE been assured we are not protecting Strogg. That was the only intel I was given. The rest is classified. So, you can be at ease with that fact." The lieutenant said.
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Dire Wolf
Lance Corporal
Second Squad Member
Private First Class
Posts: 120
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Post by Dire Wolf on May 1, 2008 20:51:46 GMT -5
Hoot left briefing, he was pissed 'Ohh well man, their gonna give us some R&R after this one man' He thought as he entered the armory.
Hoot suited up, and was sure to pick up "Hannah", that is what he named his scoped AR after Draconis. During the down time in between the bullshit R&R recall notification and the briefing he took the liberty to put some graffiti on his rifle, just above the foregrip, there was an image of a swooping eagle. He got a piece of duck tape and strapped it on his boot. This is what the duck tape said: "Private "Hoot" Schmidt, AB" He wasnt even sure if his squad mates knew his first name.
One of the other Marines spoke to Hoot across the armory "Yo Hoot, its bad juju to put your blood type on your boot." He didnt respond to the marine, he only looked up and gave him a look, a look that said "Back off" and the other marine did. Hoot wasnt the first to the hanger where the Hell Hounds were to meet up, but he wasnt the last either.
(00C: Cartwright, if you dont want me to have any thing on the rifle, please just pm me.....ty)
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Post by Matt on May 1, 2008 20:52:02 GMT -5
"Yeah well im not bettin on it. Those scums always lie. And in my opinion, im not gunna act like this mission is a piece of cake, anything can happen." Meyen said.
He did know anything could happen. What if the cargo was Strogg, or they were attacked by a Strogg fleet. 'So many possibilities" Meyen thought. He was definatly loading up for this one, just like any other one.
((OOC: I was referring to the LT's comment, not Hoots.))
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Post by Cartwright on May 1, 2008 20:56:13 GMT -5
((OOC: It's perfectly fine, Dire. Don't worry about the writing on your weapon, it's fine.)) The Marines were suited up in the command operations center, conversing amongst themselves. They had a few hours until their mission would officially begin and they would board the drop-ship. <Actions> |
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Mr. Death
Gunnery Sergeant
Squad Leader
Corporal
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Post by Mr. Death on May 1, 2008 21:01:28 GMT -5
Elias and his shotgun, "Betty" were ready to go. He stocked up on extra ammo, and had a stockpile of medical supplies. He cracked his neck and looked around with his single eye.
Hoot. The boot. He did well last time. . .But what about this time? What about himself?
"No one get me shot" He joked as he was boarding the transport ship. He sat down in his usual place and lit up a cigarette
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Post by Cartwright on May 1, 2008 21:06:33 GMT -5
The Marines boarded the drop-ship and prepared for dust off. They had ten minutes left until the ship dusted off. Their new campaign was about to begin.
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