[center][h3][color=a0410d][b]Luke Godfrey

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[color=a0410d]“Here we go,” [/color]mumbled Luke as a pissed off Jean began to make his way towards him, anger clear in his eyes from Luke’s comment on Darcsens, a comment he stood by even when he was yanked up by his uniform to meet Jeans gaze. Luke kept his eyes locked with Jeans as he poured his anger onto him and arched a brow when it was mentioned that someone could grab a rifle. Though he didn’t finish his sentence, Luke knew where he was going and couldn't help but smirk in amusement at the idea. Out of all the things that could have killed him by now it would be his big mouth that finally caught him a bullet, from his own squad members no less. Though as the once enraged Corporal let him go he only arched a brow in confusion, especially after he muttered out an apology that only confused him even more. As he left Luke without even throwing a punch he rested his rifle onto his shoulder and sat back down, still a bit confused. [color=a0410d]“Huh, well that’s a first,”[/color] he said, used to at least getting slapped when he pisses people off. 

As Jean’s outburst towards him came to an end Luke heard the other Darcsen, his superior sadly, begin to speak and looked towards him as he only grew more confused when lions came into the conversation. His confusion though was cut short as a familiar sting slammed into the side of his face, sending his senses a bit haywire for a second before he looked over to the person responsible for the surprise smack to the face. The Darcsen, Ines, only glared at him from above. He couldn’t see the full extent of her glare, but he caught enough to know she wasn’t toying around. Rubbing his stinging cheek and rotating his jaw Luke rose to his feet and chuckled as he met her eyes with his own glare, keeping his grin. [color=a0410d]“Cheap shot, Darcsen,” [/color]he muttered before he began to follow the squad deeper into the breach. 

It seemed like more people had something to say to him, like that Diana woman who only said something about him being an asshole and how he should crawl back up his mother's womb, which was a nice touch. Nothing he hadn’t heard before honestly, though just even thinking of his mother for a second made him feel disgusted towards her, not even wanting to waste of second to think of her. Brushing off the backlash from Diana Luke then heard Isaac speak as he walked up besides him, telling him to stow the hate and shut it. Luke only scoffed and held up a hand in defense. [color=a0410d]“I wouldn’t exactly call it hate, just the truth. Besides I could have been a lot more colorful with it if I was really in the mood,”[/color] he chuckled as he flashed him a grin. 

With his fellow teammates just loving him already Luke continued on marching with them through the breach. Once past the breach Luke took in the view of the ruined Amone and felt his breath escape him. [color=a0410d]“Damn, now that’s a view,”[/color] he muttered towards how destructive this war has been. He didn’t have much time though to think on it as they went deeper into the city, taking to the streets while being pelted with rain. [color=a0410d]“Real miserable place,” [/color]he commented as the rain became more heavy, battering them with rain and sending a chill down his spine from the cold waters.[color=a0410d] [i]‘Real miserable,’[/i] [/color]he thought before they had finally come to a stop, letting Jean talk with someone who looked a bit higher in rank. He couldn’t hear what was being said, but honestly he wasn’t concerned at this point. His attention was directed towards the many improvised weapons being handed to them. He arched a brow, but shrugged as he grabbed hold of a hammer that would belong to an engineer and nodded his head in satisfaction as he liked the feeling of it in his hand. [color=a0410d]“This looks good enough to crack some skulls,” [/color]he chuckled before putting his new weapon away and awaiting the go ahead to move on.

Luckily that didn’t take long as Jean returned with the order to move out and began to lead the way. With a happy smirk Luke fell in line, keeping up with his team as they made their way through the streets. This was it, they were getting closer to it all. Closer to the action, closer to the glory, closer to Luke’s goal of a new life of greatness. Either he falls in this city as just another body, or he’ll finally set his name in history and insure- Luke’s thoughts of greatness and glory was soon cut off as the distant sound of rapid gunfire and screaming quickly gripped his attention. Gripping his rifle tightly Luke quickly followed Jeans silent order by rushing to the side of the streets and fell to one knee, keeping his rifle raised towards the their rear. After what felt like hours to Luke the gunfire had ceases and was replaced by an unnerving rumble of an angry sounding engine growing ever closer. [color=a0410d]“Well shi-” [/color]before he could finish a heart stopping crack filled the street and all he saw from the corner of his eye was one of the girls falling over screaming. 

Luke snapped around, his rifle raised and eyes wide in shock as the fighting finally began. [color=a0410d]“Fuck!”[/color] he barked with a mixture of anger and shock before pulling the trigger, sending a round towards the charging Imperials. Sadly his first shot missed and earned a hiss of annoyance as he loaded his next round with slightly shaking hands. Just like that the gunfire rang through the streets and the chaos began. Through all of the gunfire, rain and shouting Luke heard Jeans orders and quickly bolted to the other side of the street where he was, hearing bullets fly over his head and bounce off the ground below him. He practically slammed against the wall and fell to a knee just in time to see the Imps dragging a body to cover before another one of them fell motionless to the hard, cold road. Luke spotted another one attempting to grab the other fallen soldier, but with gritted teeth he raised his rifle and fired his next shot. There was a short yelp of pain before the soldier fell back to cover, leaving his comrade behind in the open. 

[color=a0410d]“Try it again ya damn Imp! Next one’s going between your- FUCK!”[/color] shouted in frustrated anger as even more gunfire rapidly flew over his head from behind. He looked over his shoulder and growled even more curses upon seeing the damn armored truck lay into them with machine gun fire. Not feeling so confident in his rifles ability to pierce the tin can he quickly making his way into the building, being one of the first ones in and clearing the left side of the room they entered before taking up a position at the windows. With another round loaded Luke began to return fire and barely hearing someone call out for help. The urge to find that voice help whoever was in trouble was almost maddening, but as another round from the enemy crashed into the frame of his window, sending splinters and remaining shards of glass flying into the side of his face, Luke shouted in rage as he held the side of his face. The stinging pain of splinters and glass tearing at his skin was almost blinding, but he managed to get his senses together and took a deep breath. 

Thankfully his eyes remained undamaged, but the right side of his cheek was on fire as a bit of blood ran down his face. Hissing towards the pain Luke gritted his teeth and looked to Jean with a few splinters and cuts riddling his cheek. [color=a0410d]“What’s the damn plan now!?” [/color]he questioned as loaded another round into his rifle, ready to take whatever pain he could offer onto the Imps.

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