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1/1/2016 3:34:57 AM
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[i]The air was cold and heavy inside the ship, all of the new recruits were loaded into the ship silently. Most of the trip was quite, other than the occasional sounds of buttons being pushed and small murmuring from the recruits and crew. Said this fire team was the best or something like that. I sat in the corner alone with a hood over my head, my weapons concealed beneath my cloak. My katana sheathed on my back and my two pistols holster on my back waist. I was deep in thought, thinking about my wife and kid what they were doing and what my friends were doing. The ship sudden stopped and I lost my train of thought, I saw everyone start leave and I followed slowly and silently. Stepping into the huge space station, I slung my bag over my back and looked around slowly.[/i]
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"I'll see what I remember of the place. Where to first?"
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"Uh is their rooms?"
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"You're a rookie, you have a shared bunk. Follow me" [b]he says, leading you to the FN bunks, with his guards[/b]
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"Alright." [i]I said as I followed him [/i]
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[b]He enters the bunks, walking past those who lay in the olive green sheeted bunks by the door. [/b]"just pick a bunk and sleep"
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[i]I slid into a bottom bunk and stay my things down[/i]
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[b]A 7'5 man, clad in green Spartan-IV armor, EVA variant, enters the room, saluting to JT. [/b] "colonel, at ease" [b]he says, and he stands down. [/b]"sir, the men are prepared for the Corra invasion" [b]he says, with a deep voice and an accent that makes him sound Canadian. [/b]"Ah, I'll be at the bridge in a bit, give me half an hour, colonel" [b]JT responds, and the Spartan exits the room. [/b]
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"Corra invasion?"
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"Aye. Some of the shit on that planet could've killed me if my body wasn't composed of nanites"
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"Ah, so where ya heading you to then?"
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"Bridge of my ship, the [i]NWH Gladius[/i]"
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"Ahh, so what do these guys do?" [i]I say gesturing towards the entire station[/i]
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"Fireteam November is said to be comprised of the best soldiers in the galaxy, and are meant to fight for the military on whatever ops they send your sorry asses on. Which I'm fine with, as I left the FN"
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"Ahh I see, the best soldiers huh? Well that explains a lot."
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"Aye. The shit they have us do for training man... Ask anyone about the CRAP, or Combat Readiness Assessment Program, they'll tell you it's hell"
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Edited by EvoTymes: 1/1/2016 5:49:30 AM"We've been through worse man."
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"Yeah, I'll agree there, though that shit was up there as a dangerous op as far as I'm concerned."
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"Yeah that's true, but this is training."
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"Dude, people died in the training. Quite a few. Hell, I got my ass captured my some big ass creatures and thrown in a pit with my fūckbuddy, and her best friend had to come save our asses! So, a regular Tuesday evening for the Spartan"
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"Ah geez, well this will be a challenge but you know how I work."
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"Aye, with a gun in one hand and a sword in the other."
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"Aye, quick careful and deadly. I'm sure we will be alright though."
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"That we will. Look, I need to ask you for something here, you mind possibly training me with swords and shit? Got my own blade I can use"
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Edited by EvoTymes: 1/1/2016 6:06:30 AM"You want to learn swordsmanship? And you choose me of all people? I mean Lance is better then me in a swords fight but I can hold myself up against him."
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"You're one of the best I know, and Lance ain't in the FN, so j can't rely on training from him, nor can I contact him for it"
