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STATUS: Sorry for disappearing. Some stuff came up that didn't allow me to access the site. 6 yrs ago
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Sorry for disappearing. Some stuff came up that didn't allow me to access the site.
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I am genuinely shocked my adult card hasn't been revoked yet.
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Over time pay day is a good day.
6 yrs ago
To all those who have been waiting on me I was unexpectedly without a way to access the internet...sorry.
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Just kinda a dude who does stuff from time to time.
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There still room in this?
Dominic raised an eyebrow "she seems more trouble then it's worth to work with her." He says with a slight chuckle "what does she have?" He asks with slight interest "Right so where are we going to?" He asks Dante as he watches the doctor
Dominic thinks for a moment. "Yes, thats one word for it." he said "Surprised about you all not noticing it." He muttered as he watched the doctor work. "Whats going on with her? I take it she is ill? or has a long term condition?"
Should be tonight that I can post.
I will post asap. Sorry got distracted by things.
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I'm fine with either, I apologize about not posting within the last few days. Some issue arose that I had to deal with and I didn't have time to use my computer much.
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Just been super busy, hopefully I can get a post up tomorrow.
Dominic Sighed "Worry about yourself, the crew do not seem to to be incompetents...I would assume they are doing alright." he said softly as he placed her on her bunk."Rest now or I will be forced to tie you to your bunk...For your own good captain." he said as he leaned against the wall, to ensure she stayed there. It wasn't that he wanted to make her feel threatened, but he knew the kind of person the captain was...he had seen them many times before...Over worked constantly, while she meant well by the work, she tended to cause more problems for the people she wanted to help.
"You can try to leave...but till the doc get here and gives the okay, YOU are not leaving here." He says with an emphasis on you.
"You can try to leave...but till the doc get here and gives the okay, YOU are not leaving here." He says with an emphasis on you.
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Calth's pulse was racing as he marched, by the emperor they were going up against the Damned followers of chaos. He knew little about the Ruinous powers, and he knew even less about the forces on this planet. Calth knew they were depraved and wanted him, along with his brothers and sisters in the regiment, dead and used to please whatever passes for their god. When calth was young his mother, and when he had been bad, had been told stories on how the Daemon legions Khorne of would steal him up if he kept misbehaving. Calth chuckled slightly as the Lieutenant called a halt.
Slowly Calth took a knee to rest. He this was the real deal, but he couldn't help but recall the ruck marching during basic training. All the yelling of the drill instructors, the smoking when one of the squad messed up. He couldn't help but smile as he recalled his first smoking. It had been the second week of training and his Senior drill instructor Sergeant Müller, had caught trainee Kara Keller with a unstrapped helmet during inspection. The squad was forced to do high knees four an hour and a five kilometer run, on top of everything else they had to do that day. Calth never really hated anyone like he hated senior drill instructor Müller, but as much as he hated him, Clath couldn't help but be thankful to him. Thanks to him, the march they just made felt like a moderate game of sport rather than a grueling military march. Sure he was tired but he knew he could still fight if need be.
As they rested Calth couldn't help but worry about the platoon. While every guardsmen in the regiment was combat treatment certified, Calth was the platoon medic. His job was to ensure his platoon would be taken care of in the event of casualties, while going through medical studies again during basic training, He was told by his instructor something that had profoundly effected him. He would be the last person some of the other guardsmen will every see or speak to before going to the emperors side. For months he struggled with that pressure as he worked through the medical classes, He saw via Recording just how gruesome many of the common place injuries in combat were. Artillery wounds, Melee wounds, Plasma burns, Las wounds not even to mention the more exotic Xenos and Damned Chaos warp craft. He would have to treat men and women who he trained with, more so he would have to give them their last rights. Throne knew he was willing to fight and die for the Emperor, Having to hear the screams and cries of his Regiment was a whole different ordeal. The only thing that kept him sane was the fact the wounded and dying needed him to be strong, he just hoped when the time came and cries for medic arose, that he would have the courage to be the medic they needed.
Slowly Calth took a knee to rest. He this was the real deal, but he couldn't help but recall the ruck marching during basic training. All the yelling of the drill instructors, the smoking when one of the squad messed up. He couldn't help but smile as he recalled his first smoking. It had been the second week of training and his Senior drill instructor Sergeant Müller, had caught trainee Kara Keller with a unstrapped helmet during inspection. The squad was forced to do high knees four an hour and a five kilometer run, on top of everything else they had to do that day. Calth never really hated anyone like he hated senior drill instructor Müller, but as much as he hated him, Clath couldn't help but be thankful to him. Thanks to him, the march they just made felt like a moderate game of sport rather than a grueling military march. Sure he was tired but he knew he could still fight if need be.
As they rested Calth couldn't help but worry about the platoon. While every guardsmen in the regiment was combat treatment certified, Calth was the platoon medic. His job was to ensure his platoon would be taken care of in the event of casualties, while going through medical studies again during basic training, He was told by his instructor something that had profoundly effected him. He would be the last person some of the other guardsmen will every see or speak to before going to the emperors side. For months he struggled with that pressure as he worked through the medical classes, He saw via Recording just how gruesome many of the common place injuries in combat were. Artillery wounds, Melee wounds, Plasma burns, Las wounds not even to mention the more exotic Xenos and Damned Chaos warp craft. He would have to treat men and women who he trained with, more so he would have to give them their last rights. Throne knew he was willing to fight and die for the Emperor, Having to hear the screams and cries of his Regiment was a whole different ordeal. The only thing that kept him sane was the fact the wounded and dying needed him to be strong, he just hoped when the time came and cries for medic arose, that he would have the courage to be the medic they needed.
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