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11/30/2015 11:56:29 PM
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As the ceremony ends, a soldier in a green officer's beret jogs over to where Ginger is sitting.
[i]You looking for employment? We lost a lot of men.[/i]
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Ginger turns towards the man, giving him a neutral look, his face unreadable, "Employment? Perhaps. I'd be willing to discuss terms, should that be possible, but I make no promises as of yet."
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[i]That's fine. I am warning you, however, that the last man we hired from these parts tried to betray us and bring in a bunch of his friends. So we kicked him out the backside of a helicopter with his hands tied behind his back. We're hurting right now, and the last thing we need is liars and cheaters.[/i]
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"I assure you that I am neither a liar not a cheater, and that I most definitely have no friends." He gets up and offers his hand to shake, an obvious sign of consent, "It's not in the job description, after all."
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[i]Good to hear. Welcome to Greenspear.[/i] He gestures to a nearby helicopter. [i]Sorry about sticking you in the cold with the Black Watch. It's tradition.[/i]
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Edited by Spyglass: 12/1/2015 12:47:03 AMGinger nods in acknowledgement and heads towards the chopper. On the way there he hesitates, and suddenly a blue wave of particles washes up his body. The civilian clothes he adorns are seamlessly replaced by a matte-black combat skin, which is then placed beneath a suit of ceramic plates. It resembles a small exo-suit more than power armor, with durable ceramic plates coexisting with large patches of the black combat skin for mobility, the entire outfit resembling a lightweight mix between a skeleton and legionnaire mail. A mysterious, three-dimensional insignia resting on his breastplate fades into oblivion, replaced with the Greenspear logo. He boards the chopper, and awaits further orders, yelling back at the last second. "Sounds fun."
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The officer hops on and shuts the chopper's door as it heads out to sea. [i]It's an old custom. We lost 35 men in the Bosnian Wars, back when our company was standing guard for UN aid missions. The survivors called roll for their dead, and ever since, we've done the same.[/i]
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Ginger nods in understanding, but not from personal experience. "Sounds... More honorable, then what I've been accustomed to. Where (for a second, he thinks about saying when, but decides against it) I'm from, we burned the dead under plasma, and left their bones as hallowed glass. No funeral, no ceremony, only a speech and the flames."
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[i]That sounds like an interesting tradition. After all, the dead require dignity.[/i] The helicopter touches down on a large helipad, which sits a few stories above a massive jungle canopy. In the distance is a massive, extinct volcano. The soldiers disembark, and descend via an elevator to ground level, then further underground. [i]This is Sherwood Base; our home here on Terra. If you want, you can get an independent barracks here, or you can keep whatever accommodations you have at present. We've got plenty of food, medical facilities, training areas, and the like.[/i]
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Edited by Spyglass: 12/1/2015 1:28:56 AMGinger takes in the sights, admiring the scenery and surrounding flora. The position appeared defendable, and the actual base protected enough. Despite his personal desires, he chooses his words carefully in order to not overstep his boundaries. He was a gun for hire, not a fellow soldier. "If it's all the same you you, I would prefer a private barracks on location. Is there anyone else that I should report to before I move in?"
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[i]Nope, it's all good. You'll be in L-26. It's thataway.[/i] He points down a hallway before handing Ginger a small, smartphone-like device. [i]This thing's got the coordinates to your barracks, and any missions you get assigned to. Good luck![/i]
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[spoiler]Sorry. Replied earlier but it didn't send[/spoiler] Ginger takes the small device, nods towards the man, and then proceeds to his room, where he promptly closed his eyes for a brief moment of rest. (End? We can pick up on a mission later, if you'd like)
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[spoiler]End for now, but only because I'm dealing with some very sensitive negotiations ATM.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]In RP?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yep. Somebody wants me to take the fight to Venom. It's weird, because people always ask me to do that, ever since I started on these forums. I'm not really sure what to do.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Spyglass: 12/1/2015 2:07:51 AM[spoiler]I wouldn't. You can make posts without Venom, after all. Might I ask who's asking you?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]That's classified. I wouldn't want to betray their trust, game or not. It's like polker. It pays off to keep your hands secret. All you need to know is that if you don't want to be a part of it, that's ok. I'm not gonna boss anybody around if I can help it.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Might I, so the Courier and the Wolfe can bag a target?[/spoiler]
