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Post by Kitty on Jan 22, 2007 8:03:14 GMT -5
Here's my newest creation. I'm going to do it like I said in the poll. I have about 3 pages done, but I'll only post about two paragraphs (close to one page). The name may change; another canadite for name is Invasion.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 22, 2007 8:03:51 GMT -5
This will be a short summary of what happened in Sacrifice, seeing none of you read it. But not right now, later.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 22, 2007 8:04:25 GMT -5
___The void of space filled the viewscreen. Lights flickered in the blackness, showing stars that were pgoatd. Trojan 044, nicknamed Wraith, stood behind the bridge where United Coalition of the Galaxy—UCG or just Coalition for short—crewmembers bustled about on various tasks. He impassively swept the room with his eyes. The whole room was brightened, the corners just as much as the center, thanks to his helmet. The visor illuminated the whole room, minus the viewscreen, for it was computer generated color, not real light. The bridge officer currently in command approached Wraith. The stripes on the side of his crisp uniform showed Wraith that he was a lieutenant. “Sir, Admiral Cape is on his way,” the lieutenant said, with a quaver that Wraith could only detect due to his helmet’s enhanced hearing. ___“Thanks,” Wraith growled. The lieutenant turned and quickly moved away. Wraith didn’t blame him. Standing 6’6”, he was taller than most humans, and his combat suit added another three inches on top of that. If that wasn’t enough, the plasma rifle attached on his back and the belt of plasma grenades gave him a dangerous appearance. And then, of course, there was his reputation. Being a Trojan super soldier, he had endured both body and brain boosting implants. He had trained since he was nine, and was efficient with over three-hundred different types of weapons. A pair of doors swished open beside him. Wraith turned around and snapped a salute to Admiral Cape. “Admiral,” he nodded politely.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 22, 2007 8:07:02 GMT -5
ooc: The underscoring is paragraph indenture; you may use them as stopping places.
You are allowed to post in between my story posts, just don't spam (I'm a GM, I can remove it anyway) and put 30 posts between each story post.
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Post by The Lord Elfy the Great on Jan 22, 2007 15:20:11 GMT -5
that sounds kool Cat
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Post by Kitty on Jan 22, 2007 16:48:28 GMT -5
You read it? The post above is a bit confusing in that matter. I will post some more in about 3 hours or something.
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Post by The Lord Elfy the Great on Jan 22, 2007 20:54:07 GMT -5
Duh I read it lol.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 23, 2007 9:21:14 GMT -5
Good ;D
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Post by Kitty on Jan 23, 2007 9:24:58 GMT -5
__“Ah, Trojan Wraith. Could you could accompany me to a waiting lounge?” he asked. Wraith gave a nod and followed Admiral Cape down a side hallway. He was glad Admiral Cape was commanding this mission. Admiral Dyson Cape had been in service for near seventy years. He had so many awards and medals that if he tried to wear them all, he probably couldn’t walk for the weight of them. Though his body was aging, his mind was still sharp. He had designed the battle plans that had won the UCG the battle of New Tyriah, which was the sole victory the UCG had in the war besides minor skirmishes. Admiral Cape turned into a doorway, followed shortly by Wraith. “At oh eight-hundred we will drop into the Hriah system. Yes, I understand you have already been briefed, but Sergeant Opps and I have made some slight adjustments. Instead of landing planet-side with drop cruisers, we will have smaller Patriot-assault craft land you. The space tactical will remain the same; groundside will stay as close as it can to the book.” Admiral Cape paused. __“Understood.” Wraith stood and then said, “I assume that I can prep the landing force?” __“Permission granted.” Wraith gave a single nod, then turned and exited.
__“Coming…out…now!” A blue flash expanded from the ships, and the time-skim engines cut out. Admiral Cape watched the viewscreen intently. __“Sensors reporting nothing out of the ordinary,” stated an officer. __“Engines report no malfunctions.” __“Weapons charged and activated.” __“Marines standing by.” Admiral Cape allowed himself a rare smile. Everything was going smoothly. __“Drop in the marines,” he ordered, “Wish Trojan Forty-four luck.”
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Post by The Lord Elfy the Great on Jan 27, 2007 12:46:13 GMT -5
ooc: Oooo this is kool sounding. post more! post more!
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