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2/8/2016 2:15:16 AM
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[b]A newbie sits in his bunk, relieved the Terrians chase him no longer. He looks at the mark burned into the palm of his hand, so many unanswered questions, so many dead, what to think, suddenly there is a knock at his door and he shoots up pulling out his magnum and pointing it at the door.[/b]
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[i]The knock comes from a famed general, the Champion of the NTR; Commander JT himself. His revolvers lay in their holsters at his sides, his pitch black cloak covering his body almost entirely. [/i]
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[b]He lowers his magnum, beginning to shake, coward as he is.[/b] "S-sorry sir." [b]Salutes.[/b]
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"Not a problem soldier. I heard you're the newbie?" [i]He asks, his voice cold and metallic, yet strangely warm and caring, but he sounds grizzled. [/i]
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"Yeah, I'm still settling down too." [b]Points to a half unpacked bag on his bed.[/b]
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"Well, you assigned to a specific unit, or as a general soldier?"
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"I think I'm a unit."
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"Which one?"
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"Same on as you sir, I'm assigned to you I believe."
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"Holy shit... Only one man has a higher rank than I in the entire galaxy, and he knows exactly what happened to the legion... Soldier, have you ever heard of the Hunters Legion?"
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"In my philosophical studies, yes."
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"Then you know how hard you're training?"
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[b]I gulp, not knowing.[/b] "N-no sir."
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[i]He approaches you, and speaks with the tone of a devil; Befitting of the literal former devil. [/i]"You will work until you can't physically work no more, and then you'll do it again the next damned day. You will work until you start to bleed sweat. You will work until you start to see visions of the training camps on the field. Are we clear?"
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[b]He stutters, scared as fūck.[/b] "Y-yes sir."
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"Good. Now meet me at hangar bay three at 4:00, be ready" [i][b]He angrily mutters, walking out of the room[/b][/i]
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[b]He sits down, shaking.[/b]
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((End. You do t know what you got yourself into, pal. The guy in charge fought alongside Space Marines as a fūcking equal. Signing on with the Legion... Good luck))
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((Tough shit for him))
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((No, tough shit for YOU. You don't know the kind of shot you're pulling, and your character CAN die))
