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Post by Michael Hobbar on Jun 3, 2013 23:37:57 GMT -5
06/14/3358
1034 hours
UCS Dauntless Fury
As the Sparrow's drop bay opened, multiple troopers poured out heading to different sections of the ship. Hobbar stepped out and the platoon followed as well. He got in front of them and said. "Your free to go where you want. If you want to go to the mess hall or grab some sleep you can. I'll be writing our after action report and taking into account our losses. Everyone, did a good job." he said...even if the company didn't. "You held your own aganist a larger force. I congratulate each and everyone of you. If anyone needs me I'll be writing the report in my office, don't hesitate to see me." He then headed to the armory to take off his gear.
ooc: sorry if this is really short as I said eariler my back really hurts.
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Post by Creator on Dec 1, 2013 0:35:14 GMT -5
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08/21/3358
0749 hours
Gamma Asteroid
The Sparrow slowly rose up from the launch tube and inside the little craft the light turned from red to green. The hatch opened and the platoon ever so slowly filed out of it. As they did Hobbar said to them. "Go and get some chow, take a shower, work out. I suspect in a few days we'll be leaving this star system but be ready just in case they want us on another assignment. " he said to them all. The bay was actually not crowded just three Sparrows. He hoped that this was in fact the last assignment for this system. He felt he'd been here for over two years when it had only been for a few months. But unlike previous engagements the ARM had taken a enormous blow. Even if the General escaped the majority of the ARM was destroyed. Their base of operations was gone, as was their supply elements from the asteroid field. He felt like something was missing though almost as if someone had missed something. But he could not put his finger on what was wrong...he felt strange. Shaking his head he slowly walked out of the craft. Perhaps this little guerrilla war would be over soon he thought to himself……and he would regret that thought.
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Dec 3, 2013 21:57:43 GMT -5
The harness across his chest came loose, the other soldiers around him standing up and gathering their gear and weapons. He got to his feet slowly, the usual numbness that followed a firefight not there to support him, replaced instead by a whirlwind of thoughts that only got worse as the seconds passed. Berlioz picked up the rifle that was next to him, even holding it felt wrong now, and he made his way down the now open ramp of the Sparrow, the sudden urge to be sick coming over him as he ripped the helmet off his head and began gulping down air like a drowning man. Lieutenant Hobbar was talking about something, but it wasn't in focus, like it was garbled. He stumbled slightly as another soldier bumped into him, causing him to drop the helmet from his left hand, not bothering to watch it bounce away.
Berlioz knew that he was meant to head straight for the Armoury to turn in all his gear and weapons but it could wait. Managing to stay up right was the task at hand, one he rapidly failed as he slumped against the landing gear of the left most Sparrow. He couldn't go on. Not like this, if he chose to ignore his current situation then his next engagement would be his last. Losing his own life wasn't the problem, someone else losing there's because he wasn't on the ball was what scared him more.
The sound of talking from a direction that wasn't towards the main group made him look up and to his right, spotting what looked like Reinhardt leering over Vinigan. What problem would Reinhardt have wi- Then he remembered Vinigan's public comment back in the asteroid hangar. Seriously? Reinhardt thinks this is a problem that needs dealing with now?
Berlioz pushed himself to his feet and strode over to the Lieutenant and the PFC.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Dec 4, 2013 17:42:28 GMT -5
It felt strange to have gravity again. It always did after a zero gravity mission . Walking slowly down the ramp out of the Sparrow, passing slowly under the cockpit, Hobbar looked up at it just for a few seconds and stared at it. This hunk of metal was all that was between them a space a few minutes ago before it docked. A few inches of metal from space. He could never get over how...strange it felt. Knowing that if something happened, that would be it. Only a few seconds and the entire cockpit would come apart with air leaking out, and decompressing. Killing the pilot and perhaps the crew. He shuddered a little. It was a very very scary thought.
Michael grabbed his helmet and turned off the HUD , a little black button on the lower right hand corner of the lower lip area turned on or off the HUD. Of course no one really saw it..not unless someone knew what they were looking for. He turned off the HUD and took off the helmet. He had to squint his eyes as the lights in the landing bay were still a little too bright for his own taste. Putting his hands over his eyes and rubbing them helped. As he did, his vision became more clear. Looking around other members of the platoon were walking past him. This is when he noticed how Reinhardt was going near Vinigan. Oh great. Hobbar in his mind went straight up to Reinhardt, and grabbed him with both hands by his uniform lifting him up in the air and then slammed him onto the floor.
Hobbar then began to punch Reinhardt in the face, breaking his upper lip, nose and giving him two black eyes. Teeth and the tongue were also cracked with Reinhardt screaming for Hobbar to stop. Hobbar pushed the thought out of his mind. In reality, he was still standing there watching what was going to happen. What did Reinhardt want with the little radio operator any how?
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Post by Xara Shawcross on Aug 10, 2014 6:19:19 GMT -5
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