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2 yrs ago
Current A quiet day is a good day, especially when it doesn't have to be productive.
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3 yrs ago
I made a new RP for the first time... In years. roleplayerguild.com/posts/5… please give it a look!
7 yrs ago
Fallout Tactics has death claws that can talk, scary killer robots, and the ability to have a tank. It just doesn't... Sit well with the rest of lore.
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7 yrs ago
Very sick, will post when not hurting.
7 yrs ago
I'm awake at weird hours again.
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Jacob smiled, today was the day he would finally contact one the rebel cells. He was holed up abandon apartment complex, condemned no doubt to be knocked down and rebuilt as something else. He sighed as he strapped on his armor placing each weapon in it's slot, he was a walking armory, yet the greatest weapon of the bunch was himself. He set his channel and opened a frequency to what he assumed was the commanding officer of the EFS-Firestorm. He knew it had been captured, before he had escaped EFS command he wanted him to be the one to take it back. However he saw this as his chance, whoever had captured that ship was no doubt a good commander and had very good intel, perhaps she knew of him already. "This message is to the Huntress, commander of the EFS Firestorm, from Knight. We need each other in this fight, I've got intel and skills you need and you've got numbers. Meet me at Star Divers bar tonight, come alone or not at all. I hope to see you there Artemis."

He finished the message and cloaked he crept out of the building and over to Star Divers, it was not the kind of place for the faint of heart, however the owner was one informant and a close friend and had helped him plan his escape. He now sat in the back invisible waiting to see if the Huntress arrived. He also knew however that local police had tapped his communications he decide to see who arrived first, the EFS or the rebel. Either way it was bound to be a interesting night.
Carolina laughed, South was very funny and North seemed like a good guy, definitely the stronger of the two. "Well if your trying to think of a nickname my old squad used to call me captain loud mouth. But Ollie is good, but you find a better one and you can use that. Anyway I'm more in South boat's I guess, I'm to smart for my own good, I used to be a infantry officer then spent a few rotation with the Admiralty on black ops missions. I've just got a gift when it comes to people and knowing what they plan on doing." He pointed to a one of the crew, a guy who looked like he was hitting on a female agent. "In three seconds she's going to punch him in the nose, kick him in the shin, and give him a knee to the forehead for the stupid pick up line he just used."

Like magic, the women's fist connected with the guys nose, a sickening crack then a howl of pain from him as she struck his shin bone lastly as his head came done wrapping his hands around his legs her knee met his forehead, the sound metal hitting bone was not pleasant. He smiled at the site his prediction spot on as a group medical officers rushed in most of the room barely noticing. "Now just cause I see this stuff doesn't make me good, I can tell what your going to do. Doesn't mean I have the skill to stop it, normally I just avoid it or remove myself from a situation that looks bad. If your wondering how I know all this, I can read lips, I have a masters degree in science of lying and body language as well PHD in psychology. I'm not a great soldier I just know people better than they know themselves and it helps me solve problems."

He smiled like a man holding a 21 at the start of a game at black jack. "Relax, I'm trying to make friends here, get the feeling that with a project like this they will want to get rid of us at some point down the road, might as well go ahead and start having friend and allies for when the day comes." He seemed more scientist than soldier, yet with all that training and ability you get the feeling he could really be one of the top slots in live combat perhaps not as good in training sessions though. "What are your specialties around here?"
Maybe because he felt that the Sith had a better offer or maybe he promised something greater by Dooku. Perhaps a chance to rebuild his clan and start a peaceful life raising his son, it's what any father would have wanted.
Well Sifo-Dyas commissioned the clones so I'm assuming he provided the template, Doku wanted to keep the a secret for later perhaps even after the war. (The sith like to think ten steps ahead.) However I am assuming that Jango would fight for the Separatists because he had already attacked Jedi and attempted to assassinate a Senator.
Carolina got up when they finally told him the test's were over. He stopped however, looking at the twins shrugging he decide now was as good a time as any. "Hey you two wait up!" He jogged up beside them. "I'm Carolina, you two must be North and South, the twins. I heard you guys are some of the favorites for this. I don't think I'll make the cut personally. I don't even know why I'm here, how did you two get picked for this dog and pony show?" He yawned and stretched, there was no way someone could be this relaxed with all this stress and pressure to do well yet here was Carolina calm almost looking bored.

As he spoke you could see a shift, if just for a moment, his eyes dart examining others as they passed, learning everything about the room. From the way his eyes moved it was clear his brain was moving at a million miles an hour. He looked like he knew how to take care of the entire of the room before he sighed and the relax carefree attitude flowed back he smiled shutting his eyes. You get the feeling this guy is a hell of a lot better than he seems. "You mind if I join you two in the mess, after this I'm hitting the training room then down to vehicle bay then maybe a nap." He yawned as he walked alongside them, he seemed to be joining whether you wanted his company or not.

In his mind however he had just seen most of his competition, half the room thinks they have failed, another third thinks they just took top slot and the remaining are to damn good for me to tell. Still gives me a idea of who really is good and whose more than likely out of it, I guess tomorrow will tell us more. Still I know there to start eliminating people soon I mean not all of us can stay, I know I'm in the top half but I'm not top mark... Now seeing the rest of them I know in better shape than I thought, still I need to know whose on top of all this. That way I get a idea of how things descend from there.
I'm still here for what's it's worth, maybe Airus should head down a few floors and go look into the shadier elements see if they have anything on the Sith or there movements. Or maybe get attacked by a disgruntled Mandolorian. One good thing about floor 1313 is there is always something interesting.

(If you get the reference you get a cookie from LucasArts.)
Thanks and I would love a Wash style pilot, Firefly is one my favorite shows, but I love crimson skies because it was the first game I ever played on my old windows 98 computer with a joystick. It's a campy and funny just like Firefly.
Knights approach is to mask the pain with a cheery and optimistic attitude he truly wants to see everyone come home, even if that means he goes back in a body bag. Anyway I believe it's time for the meet and greet.
So when can we expect to see the first IC post?
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