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原先發佈於：The New Dojo
2/1/2018 11:53:57 PM
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[i]Adrien felt his phone buzzing against his thigh, and reached into his jeans. He read the name "Minx" on the screen as it illuminated, and found himself smiling like an idiot. Hopefully she came through with the job, and when he saw the contents of her message, he was filled with relief.
He put the phone into his pocket and left the dingy apartment he lived in, heading down a flight of stairs and past the local junkies to a lockup. He found a blue-framed bicycle and undid the chain lock, before he found himself rolling down the sleeves of his blue hoodie and speeding off down the sidewalk. It took him all day, but he arrived at the coordinates and looked for somebody to scan his code. [/i]
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It took getting past the Trayve shield dome, but he managed. Security doing a thorough search and then leaving him be. A few questions asked lead him to the walled of section and obvious location of the Rubicon embassy. High walls with guards and a checkpoint, where a few soldiers stood. He was told to hand over any identification, and the scan code Minx sent him. Offering it, they both nodded, and one spoke. "Report to the main hall, you'll be directed to sign paperwork, be given a uniform and some gear. You'll need to maintain that gear. Make us proud, recruit."
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[i]"Uh, yes sir," Adrien said, stuffing his phone back into his pocket and taking back his ID, which had been his currently useless drivers license. He made his way over to the main hall by asking directions a few times, and upon entering he searched for who would give him his gear. [/i]
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Once there, he found a man with a beard, tweaking with a rifle who then looked up to Adrian. "Buyin' or here for a special order?" He furrowed his brow then, trying to get a read on Adrian. The weaponsmith always did so, to know how to gear a person.
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He took it then, letting out a gruff noise then as she recognized it. He spoke in his rough, gravely voice then. "Now, this armor is good, but not the greatest. These irons you wear with pride, since your serving a cause bigger than you realize. Your a soldier now, son. Do you know why our insignia is a bear?" He stood, walking into the room that he worked in, a few clanks heard as he was retrieving the gear.
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[i]"To identify your troops since the other local group is a lion?" Adrien inquired. He figured it was the most logical reason he had for it - Surely other space nation's back home had a bear insignia, so maybe it was this fleet's custom one. [/i]
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"Wrong. Because we're a powerful force to be reckoned with, we're big, mean, and a terrifying sight, just like a bear." He stepped back into sight then setting down a full body suit, then pulling armor, looking thick and heavy, full by armor. Then a helmet, full cover with a visor.
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"Hold on, son. Don't get jumpy." He ducked again, setting down a rifle and a pistol, both with a few extra magazines. "These are yours. Keep them clean. Without your rifle, you are nothing. Without you, your rifle is nothing. Remember that." The list then had a number for his barracks room then, a place for him to stay in.
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[i]Adrien slipped the armour on overtop his jeans and blue tee shirt, though he held the sweater in his hands, having wrapped the rifle and magazines with it for carrying. He thanked the Quartermaster one last time before he went over to the barracks, and the place he was assigned. [/i]
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[i] Adrien sighed in relief upon seeing that he wouldn't be bunking with twenty others like in barracks back home. He set his rifle down on the chair with his pistol, and sat down on the bed, reading what was next up on the list of instructions. [/i]
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[i]"Probably good to get familiar with this place..." Adrien monologued, though he promptly hushed up when he realized he was talking to himself like a madman. He stood up then and grabbed his pistol and rifle, slipping the first into a holster. He started to wander the halls then. [/i]
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A thought flashed across his mind that it may not be the best idea to walk around with the rifle with him, but it was optional. The main barracks where what they would usually be; a place for soldiers to stay, temporary quarters until something arises and they head out.
