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11/23/2005 10:55:45 PM
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Flood Surgeons
[i]Haven't seen any of these for a long time! It's a community thread, sort of Like Laser Wars and TFAS. Except this is way different and I implied that. Now. The Rules, well, make as small little information thing on your person, descriptions, and their job, etc. Thats it, nothing else. Other rules, Wait in till someone responds if they are getting attacked and your sort of saving them. More Rules. Ummm, I'll create some of the Storyline but you can also PM me for ideas of your own that will happen. Setting, well you can take place in the battle field, Reach, where people are training, or you can be in the Medical Facility, the Medical Facility you would need to be a Marine, Surgeon Guard, or a Surgeon. Hope you enjoy![/i]
((I'm only going for 1st person this post))
Name: Maria Knoll
Age: 19
Occupation: Nurse
Brief History: She signed up to be trained as a Surgeon but her training was cut short as she was sent out to a planet called Rendom, a place where war was savaging, cut off from family and things. She is very emotional and angry when people refure to her hair that his a brownberry color. She also has green eyes and she wears her surgecal whites a lot because of the battling. She works with Jon.
Name: Jon Revenge
Age: 20
Occupation: Surgeon
Brief History: Jon had been sent early to be trained for a Surgeon like Maria, he completed the training, and was instantly sent over to Rendom to care for the wounded, unfortantly he has stomach problems when he sees organs and blood and stuff like that, and he is very careless. Even from his idioticness and bad History he is very skilled with his hands and is a very good Surgeon. He has blond short/long hair and blue eyes, he works with the same medical group as Maria and she is his nurse. They work together so they can not get to depressed from the many deaths.
((Beginning))
It could of been days ago when Moolio J shouted it out. I didn't believe him, like always but then I reconsidered when the Captain said that something bad was happening. I had to believe him, and I did, they called us out onto the Medic Field, Surgeons, guards, Marines, and plenty of other people fighting against the Covenant and the new found Flood. I couldn't believe my eyes, sometimes people dying and some living. I couldn't help it if they were attacked by a Flood, but the plasma bolts was bad enough as well. We had to chop off the limbs of a Marine to make sure they wouldn't come back alive and kill us all, that was for the Flood attacked ones. But that was just the beginning, I was afraid when I heard incoming Pelicans, it was a sound I would always remember.
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hey i will make a new character=) name: Nick Seafort. Rank: 1stLieutenant Age: 25 Height: 5'11 wheight: 163Lbs Bio: Litil is known about him. He is a quiet young competent offeicer. ((sorry if its not that good)) i will post some stuff later if more peps post=)
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((Crap. It's died.))
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((Now we got more people joining in. Lets keep going. We can't let this die.)) Maria tapped the Marine on his shoulder, making him jump from sleep. "Your clear to go, sir. Your leg should be fine now." she softly said. The Marine nodded and moved his leg a little bit. "Thank you, miss. I feel much better." the Marine replied and he stood up, stepping out of the recovery room. Wasn't that familiar? she thought to herself, and it did feel familiar every now and then a Marine would come into the recovery room and then she'd tell them it was time to leave. Like Jon Maria was in her off-duty whites and she was proud of it. Maria glanced over and saw another Marine, this one with his arm cut off. She softly walked over and sat down next to the Marine on a chair. "What did you go through?" she asked. The Marine patted his stump where his arm used to be. "A stupid Flood Spore. The Surgeons saved me from being one; but at a cost, my arm." the Marine explained. "Well, I hope you get better." Maria replied, smiling, then she stood up and walked away. The recovery room wasn't the safest place for her to be, so many hurt or dying Marines.
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Bio: Grenade Age: 45 Kind: Spartin Rank: Commander Greande is a Spartin that just wants peace. But it seems he has to fight for it.
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((Thanks for that, Cayote. And Kritz it would be good for you join into the story, anyways.)) It was yet again one of those hot days and for once no shipment of wounded had arrived, which was a releaf for Jon and Maria. Usually the shipments never stopped and about 3/4 of the wounded die because of the lack of Medical supplies. The real battle was far away but some incoming Pelicans were hit and crashed down so the Surgeons had to live with very little supplies. Jon wore his off-duty whites as he scrubbed some blood off his hands. His last patient had a plasma bolt to the stomach, and several shots of it too, which wasn't to good. Sadly the patient didn't make it because the plasma had made a critical hit to the lung and the Marine couldn't breath, he could of preplaced the lung, but sadly they didn't have new organs to do such a thing. He was gravely saddened by the death but Maria did her job and cheered him up, telling him that he saved as much lives as he could. Jon twisted the knob and the water stopped, the water, it was sort of like the blood, the blood that was spilt every day, but far more. But it would never stop because someone else would need to come and wash their hands. Jon sighed and wipped his hands so the water could fling off, he wasn't used to this, no matter how many times the Captain had said it. "you'll be fine" he said. "you'll make me proud" he said. It never really helped, if he could make him proud he would be there cheering him on, but no, it was a confermation that the Pelican he had arrived on was shot down later on by Phantom. Grr, how he did hate this, why couldn't all the fighting end, maybe the Covenant join up with the Humans to fight these so called Flood? Why? He didn't know and it wasn't his business. He sighed again and leaned over the sink. "All in due time." He remembered the words that wierd guy had told him. Master Chief, that was the guy, he wore the weird armor. Yes, Jon had met Master Chief and by the look of him Jon wasn't to impressed. Though the guy was his commanding officer. He sighed one last time and walked out of the bathroom. ((Interesting?))
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Good idea, bad time to post it. The night crew don't let anything happen around here. But I'll try to play for the time being. Keep in mind that I'm not creative, and I'll probably end up just putting in characters I use all the time. [b]Characters:[/b] Name: "Kritz" Age: 16 Occupation: Cargo Guy. Brief History: Joined the UNSC a few years ago, had trouble from the start. Took no orders seriously, and normally failed what little missions he was sent on. Originally planned to be a private, before he killed his commanding officer by dropping a Warthog on him from a Pelican. After said event, was shipped off to [i]Random[/i] to drop medical supplies to a small fort. But before being shipped out, he had requested a crew. Three of his most trusted allies and best of friends. Name: Matt M. Age: 18 Occupation: First Class Private. Brief History: Met Kritz a year ago, and continues to stand by his side. He is a well respected member of the small group which is known as the CEHoI and sticks with his teammates. Not much is known about him, and the only real person who would know about his past is Noor (Aka: Neko). Straight to the point and fast while doing so, Matt is normaly first in command of all groups he's in. Name: Noor (Aka: Neko) Age: 17 Occupation: Unknown Brief History: While not much is known about Noor, he is about age 17 and best friends with Matt. He is also one of three members who Kritz requested to be taken to [i]Random[/i]. He refused to go at first, but once seeing Matt join in he fell like a stone. He does not favor failier, and has a hard time communicating with Kritz. This has sometimes led to fights and splits. It is not known exactly what he does as part of the UNSC, for noone has said and he himself appears not to know. Once when Kritz asked him why he came with him, he simply said he was "going along for the ride". Name: "R.C." Age: Unknown. Occupation: Unknown. Brief History: Nothing is known about this person. He has no DOB or any family to speak of. He has never gone on a mission, and was only selected for simply being around the others at the time. He knowns nothing of any helpful skill, or what he's even supposed to be doing. If anything, he's a civilian. <
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No, I get it. I like your stories commander. I just think no one is awake right now. *thinks of character* *not feeling overly creative at this hour* *will come back*
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Okay, fine, I amit I absolutly suck at starting Story threads like this, shoot me now. I'd much perfer with a sniper rifel.
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((It's a community thread, you add a character and make that character make it's own story along this one, sometimes it never ends but if you go to flood Stories and look at TFAS you'll see what I mean, or even Laser wars, you'll know what I mean.))
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