Varshanka

code testing to try and figure this out

The Wellington Family

W E L L I N G T O N
W E L L I N G T O N

"Do it right the First time, or don’t do it at all."

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The Wellington Family was born in the military generations back and stayed there. It was home. More recently Marcus Kincaid Wellington and Elizabeth Keener met in the ‘conflict’ in the desert part of the world. He was wounded, and she was a trauma Doc. After she patched him up she sent him back to the field. He liked her o much he arranged to meet her again. (Technically he got shot, and ran over a land mine.) Upper command didn’t approve of his injuries and sent hm back to the states, he invited her along so she acccepted. Though he did have to buy her a diamond ring first. And arrange with her CO for a transfer of duty station to match his. It was a good thing everyone aggreed with the arrangement. Landing at Peterson Air Field she threw up. One emergency room visit later and they were a family. She finished her tour and moved around with him from hospital to hospital until her got his twenty (twenty -two) actually. Then he shifted to private sector security, liaisoned with a lot of alphabet groups and never talked about work when he was home. Then one day they moved to Huddeen, New Hampshire and he got a job with the local Police Department. The House he’d bought had already been remodeled to accommodate a bedroom in the basement for the Parents and a tunnel dug from house to barn/garage for the winters which got blizzardy a lot. The last two month they’d spent in Huddeen the kids uprooted and pissed. When it was his job with the military they understood and when possible they had stayed with mom at the old location until school ended. But this time they had no choice, at least they’d snatched and moved in the middle of summer. Not that that made it any better. Not to teenagers.

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▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ “I Ain’t Dead, Yet!” ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅

W E L L I N G T O N, M A R C U S K I N C A I D || F A T H E R – P O L I C E O F F I C E R W E L L I N G T O N, M A R C U S K I N C A I D || F A T H E R – P O L I C E O F F I C E R _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ At Marcus (43) had joined the Marines at eighteen, at Twenty he met Kathleen (Kathy), at Twenty-one he was a father. Thankfully he avoided the more crippling and visible injuries a soldier could endure in active combat. It was the invisible injuries that cropped up later that changed his life. A daughter breaking her leg falling off a horse. A son with a dislocated shoulder in a car accident. A gunman pulling a weapon n his wife in the ear was the short and safe list. Seeing comrades, friends, allies, get blown apart by mortar fire. A bunk mate get run over by a tank. Those things changed a man. He got better, and worse. During his psych eval for the after military job revealed a few things. Pills helped. A designated therapist helped. PTSD they called it. Survivor’s Guilt was another name they threw around. Bi Polar. Depression. Meds helped. Keeping his family safe helped more. He moved them from the bigger cities as fast as he could after that. Small town. Quiet town. He’d checked. Nice and Quiet.▅ ▅ ▅ ▅

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▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ “Don’t die on me yet!!!” ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅

W E L L I N G T O N, K a t h l e e n E l I z a b e t h || M O T H E R – OR DOCTOR W E L L I N G T O N, K a t h l e e n E l I z a b e t h || M O T H E R – OR DOCTOR _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Kathy (41) joined the Army at eighteen, was in a MASH unit early. Didn’t through up and got fast tracked into medical school at the first opportunity. Being the daughter of a butcher had helped with the blood an her mom was a Vet so that helped as well. After stepping away from the military she’d worked at a few surgical hospital's, even worked the ER more than most. And then Marcus retired and joined some agency.. legal.. that’s all she cared about. He’d joined an agency and worked with the government some how. He’d started seeing a shrink, she’d even gotten involved in some sessions so she knew it wasn’t an affair. And then one day she came home from work and the family was moving. Marcus needed to get away from the cities, she understood. Especially with the gunman at her job last week. The Chief of Surgery didn’t survive, few did that rampage. Gang violence. Warfare in the ER. So many innocent people had died that day. Just because the wrong color got brought to her ER.▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅

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W E L L I N G T O N, S E A N D A V I D || S O N W E L L I N G T O N, S E A N D A V I D || S O N _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Sean (18) was just pushing his was through school until he could join the Marines, maybe Army and Go Ranger. He’d been ROTC since junior high, pushing in based on grades and his father’s rank. Either way he was going military and was talking with recruiters about end goals, his Army Recruiter and the Marine were both at the range when he showed them his skills on his own dime. ROTC during the week, range on the weekends, and summers. And Hunting during season. Amazingly enough he preferred working on vehicles, motorbikes the most. Spare time had him working on a bike, either his or one of his friends bikes, or car. ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅

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W E L L I N G T O N, A L A I N A E L I S E || D A U G H T E R W E L L I N G T O N, A L A I N A E L I S E || D A U G H T E R _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ At 16 Alaina had bounced from too many schools to create a solid social circle instead relying on one close friend through the years, Jasmine. Born within minutes at the same hospital their mothers had stayed in touch across the years, making sure the girls were together as much as possible. Schools, classes, cheerleading, summer camps. It wasn’t perfect, there had been gaps, sometimes they’d been on opposing cheer squads. But the last year they’d managed to be in the same school and cheer squad. Alaina wasn’t top of her class, nor was she the worst. Maybe 92.7 out of a hundred. But good enough to keep her grades up and stay in cheerleading. Until she moved here where the cheer squad was full. Even the junior pep rally was full. She knew nothing about small town life, and they didn’t have a gymnastics class either. Her social life was deader than a mummy’s tomb. And the house was at the furthest end of the street!!!!! They might as well be milking cows!!!!▅ ▅ ▅ Use as many or few of the above symbols as needed to balance this cell with the cell containing the image.

Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid

"Put your blaster away Reanar and get behind something." Ian shouted.

Like NO SHIT!!! Reanar thought as he ran for cover, but fuck that about putting his weapon away. If smugglers came from the ship he’d just be pulling it out again anyways.

Peeking around the corner he watched the ship, and the area around him just in case. He couldn’t see the pad, and was to far away to touch it anyways.

The Breaking of the Seals

should we give up on this rp?

Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid

roleplayerguild.com/rolls/27629...... well i think i just set off an alarm......

Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid

what would i need to roll for a crate identification check, and a password search, @mattmanganon?

Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid

Stepping back and looking at his partner for a code Twitch looked at the crates laying around. One checking to see what they might be holding based on the markings on the outsides, and two checking to see if anything close by had what could be a code scratched into them.

He wasn’t really hopeful, but damned it never hurt to look right?

After trying a swing at the computer pad himself his eyes shot up and he pulled the blaster to the ready. Shit was about to get serious. Like who puts a one try setting on the alarm???? Smugglers that's who!!! Like seriously, this was why he stayed back and shot people from range.

@Lurking Krog

Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid

I'm at the Boarding ramp waiting on @Lurking Krog for a code

Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid

@Varshanka Sorry for not getting back to you so far. Just note that the shuttle is locked so the loading ramp isn't down.

@mattmanganon

made an edit.

Hogwarts: The New Professors

Tænar Tygath

Location: Town Square, Hogsmeade

Mentions:
Reginal Cross @Little_Bird,
Seraphima Evelynne Rose @Mole,
Liam Wallox @World Traveler,
Kaiden “Kai” Devarron @Herald,
Alvis Juneberry Hawes @MrSkimobile,

A bit overwhelmed Tænar moved to a seat to sit and taste some sweet biscuits. She was in heaven sampling some Bourbon Chocolate biscuits, but couldn’t decide which she preferred. The pistachio creme, the chocolate creme, or the mint creme ones. And then someone slipped her freshl maade Black Currant biscuits iced and dipped in raspberry jam. All fresh no preservatives. She had to bite her tongue to stop from squealing.

When she bit into a Cornish Fairing and it snapped with a hint of ginger filling her nose she felt like she might be home again. Her mother had often made them on the first day of school as she said farewell to another summer and hello to a new year of books and learning.

Maybe her next book would compare dragon and biscuits.. Ginger had a sharp bit much like a few dragons, while cinnamon snaps had a creamy smoothness to them like a Chinese Fireball. Once they got t know you they relxed and turned into teddy bears. With teath. And scales.. and a fireball breath.

At least this chair let her feet touch the ground when she sat, barely. She really needed to change the chair in her steamer, but it was so darned comfy…

Stormcloud kept sniffing around looking ‘begging’ for treats that might happen to fall in his general direction, and encouraging it with happy talking growls.

Watching the crowd she recognized the people from lunch as well as a few faces from the town. Why did she come here? She could be in her class room fixing things and writing a curriculum. Instead she was socializing and trying to be neighborly.

Hogwarts: The New Professors

who's still with us?