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Editado por Duardo:
5/27/2016 3:38:27 PM
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Home Again (NTR)
[i]We entered the void as pioneers, explorers of the vast frontier that had been opened to us. Our ascent has not been easy: at every step, dark forces have nipped at our heels, and gathered overhead. We no longer know where our enemies hide, nor can we recognize the shadows that they hide in. From the Tribals, to the People, and even from within, our path has been marked by strife and bloodshed. We once believed our Union to be insurmountable, indivisible, and invincible...
Oh, how wrong we were.
If it is peace that they want, then we must be willing to fight for it.[/i]
[b]Biographies:[/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1146680/142827891/0/0 (Must be in Extragalactical Escapedes to see, because it's a private post)[/spoiler]
[b]Locations:[/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1146680/200794966/0/0 (Must be in Extragalactical Escapedes to see, because it's a private post)[/spoiler]
[b]NTR Fleet[/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/195609558/0/0[/spoiler]
[b]NTR Military[/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/195614025/0/0[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Moderator edit: This thread has been moved to #Offtopic, a more appropriate forum for this offtopic discussion.
Feel free to private message the moderator who moved your post, link to topic, for further clarification about why this topic was moved.[/spoiler]
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26 RespuestasEditado por Trashcan Jesus: 5/20/2016 8:54:10 PM[b][i]Shoot Ya In the Back[/i][/b] [b]Mandalore City, New Terra, in the Castle-Umbrella Transition Zone[/b] [i]Three of them, insurgents, all radical freedom fighters, sat on their knees in the street. Their hands had been zip-tied behind their backs, and their weapons sat unloaded on the ground in front of them. All three of them appeared to be trembling, looks of fear and anguish on their faces. Behind them, a hulking metal figure. His T-60F armor and X-01 MkVI helmet were painted a gunmetal grey, they eyes glowing a reddish color. His shoulder-mounted M2HB wS aimed at them, but it did not fire. Alex Wilson had a job to do, at least for today. In his hands, an old sawn-off lever action rifle, a .45-70 Gov't. The weapon was a relic, beatifully crafted from wood and metal, plain and not too showy. Sliding rounds into the side loading gate, Wilson racked a round into the chamber, holding the gun with one hand. Smiling beneath his helmet, he addressed the three survivors of his initial attack.[/i] Alright, so, who wants to play a little game? [i]He paused, and looked around.[/i] Damn. Touch crowd. Anyways.... Let's make this easy. You tell me what I need to know, and I don't ice you here... Plain and simple. Castle will pick you up, and you'll enjoy prison! Don't cooperate and I'll -blam!-in' cap you here.
