I got an idea to get to the planet. My guy is on Space Shuttle going space wards. Perhaps before it takes off your guys could also come aboard. or sumthing like that...
Bradshaw smiled at X. His partner had an almost as sick love for blowing things up as he had for his gun. Bradshaw stroked his old bolt action sniper rifle and whispered loving words to it.
"Soon, my sweet, soon you shall have blood."
Artanis takes a long puff from his cigerette. he got a bad feeling about this trip. but he knows that if it can get him reinstated in the military he's up to the task. but as the final preparations for their long journey began to wrap up he's got a feeling in his gut that he will never see his home or his planet ever again.
The door opens and in walks all 280 lbs. of the big gunner.
"Hey, Reilly, what's up, man? Are we gettin' outta here anytime soon, or have they not even told you yet?"
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Uh guys i'm just gonna say i can't come up with many more ways to stall the space ship thats on its way to that planet. so i'm just sayin that if ya'll are gonna hitch a ride on the ship the time is now or soon but if ya want ta stall for awhile ya gotta get your own ride.
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X turned and faced Bradshaw. "You know, I've never heard of a man and a gun having a sexual relationship, but I'm pretty sure you two come pretty close." Xornon smiled and slid another magazine in his Desert Eagle. The two men had been friends since college, and had even served in the same Spec. Ops unit. X's cell phone rang. He walked over and answer. "Talk to me."
"Hello Mr. Jay. I know Mr. Bradshaw is there with you, and this message is to both of you," a mellow voice spoke over the phone.
"Who the hell..."
"Don't talk yet, just listen. My employer has a mission that requires people of skill such as Bradshaw and yourself. I can't give you any details yet. Talk to Bradshaw, and I will call back in 2 minutes."
The phone clicked silent. "Who was it?" asked his friend. Xornon relayed the message to Bradshaw.
"What do you think?" ask X.
((if i call my character Drake on accident, just ignore it, its another name from another game))
***Yeah, I figured that too, but since it is a military campaigne, I don't think there'll be a problem with us getting the preliminary meeting out of the way. At least 2 of us will know each other. We can stop and wait if you want.***
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"The only guide to a man is his conscience... with this shield, however fates may play, we march always in the ranks of honor."
"I was wonderin' if you heard anything about our next gig. This sittin' around trainin' is getting old. I know how to shoot my gun. I know how to kill sh*t. What I don't know is how much longer I can take sittin' around here not usin' the skills that God and Uncle Sam gave me. Any word yet?"
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"The only guide to a man is his conscience... with this shield, however fates may play, we march always in the ranks of honor."
"No unfortunately, but i know what you mean, my trigger fingers gettin itchy. and theres somethin about these grunts we're trainin, i just dunno, somethings not right. take a look"
((Ok, so are we all just gonna meet at some base. I'm assuming whoever is heading up this expidition is hiring all of the best. So are we all gonna get shipped to a base, then move out??))
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