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12/20/2015 5:32:51 PM
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[b]Really?[/b]
[i]Avalon Cruiser; Corra Orbit[/i]
"Oh, so you aren't joking then. That's, that's freakin' spectacular. You'd think that there'd be some kind of intellige-"
As Eric raises his head after the fist hits his stomach, he bears an irritating smirk, and he deliberately blows the hair off of his forehead. The Sergeant who dealt the blow, likewise, was grinning, but the Commander issuing him the commands was hardly pleased.
"With your track record, you're lucky that we're even letting you within a ten meter radius of a ship, but the fact is, we need you. It pains me to admit it, but our forces on the ground need supplies: weapons, food, and medical supplies, and we're gonna need someone like you to deliver those."
Eric tilted his head in acknowledgement,
"So, instead of doing recon, aerial strikes, or perhaps a coordinated operation, you're using me as a delivery boy?"
The Commander, this time, allowed himself a grin,
"The best goddamn delivery boy that you can be Mr. Marks. Your ship is ready for deployment in 15, so let's get moving."
[i]Approximately an hour later; 0900[/i]
As the dropships slowly touched down in the ground, Eric slowly got himself out of the command module from which he directed all of the ships simultaneously. It was about time that he began meeting people.
(Open to anyone on the ground)
English
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[b]He limps up, munching on berries.[/b] "Hello."
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Eric looks up from a data pad, and smirks, "Nice berries man. What's up?"
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Edited by elijah: 12/20/2015 6:43:38 PM[b]He has vine slung over his shoulder and two arm guards attached to his wrists as tough as rawhide. He weaved a sling to keep his arrows on the strap, and herbs and berries in a pouch, most of his weapons are being held in his waist band or in the bag. [/b] "Not much except the fact that I nearly died last night. Luckily people were nice enough to save me. You?" [b]He has open wounds, bloody rags in his other hand.[/b]
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Eric, on the other hand, is dressed in casual civilian attire; a grey T-shirt with a holster strapped to his waist, and dark blue jeans. At first glance he looks incredibly out of place in such an environment, until you see the Imperial Engineer insignia tattooed on his neck. "Ouch, you don't look so good. Hold up, I'll get a medic to see to those wounds."
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"Thank you. Where to?"
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He walks away towards a group of marines with red bands around their arms, near the shoulders. Unlike the other marines, they carried no weapons, and they were easily identifiable as medics. "It's alright, just stay there. They'll go over to you."
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"Thanks so much."
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[spoiler]its a training excersise we are not allowed outside help[/spoiler]
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[b]A man in a CoD:AW style Exo suit made of bones approaches the drop pods[/b]
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Eric walks up to him, swiping through a handheld data pad insolently, "Nice suit. Need any supplies? Guns, ammo, medicine, that kind of shit?"
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"Anything you can spare would be much appreciated man"
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Edited by GingerlyWalnut3: 12/20/2015 6:27:16 PM"No problem. Follow me." He deactivates the data pad and walks away, gesturing for you to follow him along a small dirt path towards the dropships. There, you see large caches of ammunition, heavy ordinance, and some medical supplies, in addition to an abundance of repair kits.
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"Oh hell yeah" [b]he says, walking to the ordinance, and seeing what shit they have[/b]
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"Oh, sorry about that man. You need authorization, only these marines get to use those." Eric extends his arm, blocking you from getting any closer. Clearly he's disappointed by this too, but he still maintains a firmness [spoiler]Im not sure if Ver would like me issuing my own weapons. Sorry man. [/spoiler]
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"Alright, what stuff we able to get out of here?"
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Sawyer watches him from a tree, near his makeshift fort.
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As some marines begin unloading supplies, Eric shouts out to anyone in the base, "Hey assholes, Merry freakin' Christmas!"
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Edited by VertheAlt: 12/20/2015 8:32:29 PMSawyer drops down cautiously. "What do you have?"
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[b][i]A little bit awayfrom the ship, a campfire is seen[/i][/b]
