Jacob stood, watching out of the large view window of the Titan-class ship Crimson Tide. His gear was all in order, and his armor was perfectly calibrated, as it was before every mission. In his contemplations, he stared out blankly at the planet, as it grew in size upon their approach. Looking down to the side, as he finally snapped back into reality, he took in a deep breath. Turning to view his squad, he sighed, seeing as he not worked with a lot of them, and it would be very hard to adapt to new fighting techniques. "Alright marines, sound off!"
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Lt. Fisk, just recently finishing his tour on the Dreadnought-class "WAR EAGLE" , was augmented to Delta squad on the "CRIMSON TIDE". He did not know any of his squad members but, he did know that they were all hand picked for their abilities for this mission and had confidence that they were all High Speed Marines. Hearing Capt. Book's orders, Lt. Fisk reiterated "All right Devil-Dogs, Roll Call!!"
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Nat opened her eyes at the sound of the command to sound off. She smiled and stayed where she was, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed over her chest. "Lance Corporal Nathaile Griggs, reporting."
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=Bobby was cleaning his pistol, already wearing his light armor, when he heard the call. He quickly reassembled the weapon, faster then most could do the same, and stood up.=
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=On the back of his neck was a yellow Horizontal lightning bolt tattoo with the word "Flash" written in it. He holstered his gun and waited for further instructions=
"sargeant david fenta, ready for action sir. roll tide!" he raised his fist, his right hand holding his sniper rifle. he lowered his hand, returning to the action of polishing the marvel of weaponry.
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Lance sat near the back, headphones in his ears pretending to play Air drums. He looked up to see the rest of the team looking down at him, he took the headphones out.
"Oh....My Bad, Sgt Lance Fortale reporting." Lance said standing up straight, his rifle over his shoulder. "LETS DO THIS!"
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Jacob scanned over the soldiers and turned back around to face the window. Glancing over slightly towards Nat, he spoke softly. "How desperate has Delta gotten? Remember the old squad? Barely any of us originals left.." Shaking his head, he assured himself that the new squad would work out well.
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Nat frowned and reached into her pocket (way inside her suit), pulling out a coin. She smiled and tossed it at Jacob. She laughed softly as it bounced off his helmet and clattered onto the floor. "Hey.. Could you at least pretend to trust us? We're here for a reason you know."
Jacob scoffed a bit. "The last team was the best of the best. They were taken down in an extreme squirmish. If they can die, we can die. It's just being cautionary."
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"How long till we get there." Lance said looking over to Cp. Book's.
"Im ready to kick some ass.....Sir." HE grabbed a piece of gum, chucking it into his mouth, chewing aloud.
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Sighing he turned to face the Sergeant. "We don't even know if there is any ass to kick down there." Turning back to Nat, he nodded slowly at her. "At least you are all enthusiastic.." Jacob started to walk off towards the jump station, where the rest of his original squad was.
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Loran ran through the last parting door just as the roll call finished. "Jacob! Sorry I'm late Jake, a fluid pipe ruptured in my quarters and it soaked all my equipment, I had to get replacements. Uhm..." He trailed off as he realised that although he was speaking to an old squad mate, he was speaking out of turn. He immediatly straightened into a salute posture. "Lieutenant Loran Mirez, reporting for duty," he finished the salute and half grinned, "sir."
(Punch him in the gut and say he was lying about the water pipe.)
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Jacob looked at Rek, and thought for a moment. "We don't have water pipes in our quarters." With a sigh, he went past him, not looking to punish him, seeing as he was saved by his comrade. Tapping his comm, he spoke to the soldiers speaking of his old squad. "They weren't killed. We were set up.. by an insider!" Slamming his fist into the wall, he left a large dent, anger in his voice.
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=Bobby frowned a bit not having wished to bring up any bad memories. He smiled uneasily at Griggs and then slowly walked off to where he was. He then began to slowly dismantle his pistol and continue cleaning it.=
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