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[color=skyblue]SOLIDER Encampment[/color][color=black]//[/color] [color=skyblue]Zalera Tundra[/color]
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Bruce took a long drag of his cigar as he looked back at Corr's comments, allowing himself a small smile [b]"It's a technique I've spent years perfecting."[/b] The shyps were landing and Bruce barely blinked when a flash of flesh raced past him and began to puke. Bruce looked at the young man for a moment, doubting the competence of his forming team. [color=skyblue]"Yeah, no kidding, hope that guy doesn't get you killed."[/color] Fenri said with vague amusement. [i]Me too[/i], Bruce thought, looking to the other shyp arrivals and the other soldiers that were forming up. He knew them all of course, either by reading their file or simply talking to them. He made it his business to know as much as possible. He saw two SOLDIERS trying to help the puking one, one of them as a young woman, the other looked like a man closer to Bruce's own age. Must be Stone and Eldric, he thought, mentally going over what case file he as authorized to view. He called out to them [b]"Let him puke, we need him clear of any sickness for the Op."[/b]

Bruce turned towards Corbyn Vesper, the defacto second in command. [b]"Speaking of which, when can we expect to hit the skies and get boot on the ground in Arcadia, Commander? As much as I love freezing my ass off here, I'm ready to go."[/b] He tapped his cigar ashes onto the cold tundra floor, the iciness taking away what little spark they had. Corbyn Vesper was the model of a soldier, a military man through and through. young, but not too young that he was a greenhorn. Bruce felt more comfortable with him than he did with some of the more...[i][b]off[/b][/i], SOLDIERS, like Amentia Ɵ B C Ʌ Ṣ U Ṡ. Of course he would never let it show on his face, she gave Bruce a bad feeling. Sure, he may talk to a voice in his head, but he was pretty sure every SOLDIER did. She was different. Bruce took another drag on his cigar, awaiting a response from the SiC.