MechWarrior Alex Thorn
Regular
LEGIONNAIRES
"I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat." - Winston Churchill
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Oct 1, 2005 22:02:30 GMT -5
I laid there thinking about Rhodes and the captain. I hoped they were okay. I sat up. I needed to be out there with them, but I knew Jessica would have a fit. I looked around. I needed to do something. I went through the things I could do in my mind. Target practice was out since I gave my Desert Eagle to Rhodes.
I sure hope he brings that back.
I knew the simulator would be out of the question with my arm, and that went for working out also. I stood up and sighed. I guess I would go and get something to eat. I put my sleeved undershirt on. It was a form fitting shirt, and most of the time I didnt wear it in public, but I didnt care today. I checked myself in the mirror quickly and then headed out the door for the cafeteria. I nodded again to the girl outside as I exited. I then swiftly headed to get something to eat.
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Morgan Blake
Logistics Coordinator
LEGIONNAIRES - Elite
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Post by Morgan Blake on Oct 5, 2005 20:11:08 GMT -5
Waking from my sleep, I felt relaxed and rejuvinated. It had done me the world of good. My cheek was still swollen, but it was recovering surprisingly quickly.
The computer terminal was blinking again to indicate a new message had arrived while I was asleep. Quartermaster had made contact with the party interested in the two assault mechs and had made arrangements for a meeting.
It was to be at the Cantina at 20:30 hours this evening. I suspected that this would be close to their busiest time and any private conversation would be drowned out by the general level of noise of hundreds of other conversations. It was also a public place, so any meeting between two 'friends' would not seem out of place.
Glancing at the clock I saw that it was coming up 18:00, a mere two and a half hours before the scheduled meeting.
I would have to find out where this Cantina was and how to get there. Hopefully it was less than two hours away. Confidant that Aliesha would have gotten some personal arms as I requested, I made sure of my own as I got dressed.
I was about to call out to Aliesha when the door opened and she entered.
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Post by Aliesha on Oct 6, 2005 16:06:49 GMT -5
I heard noises coming from inside Morgans quarters. I knew this meant he was awake and moving around. I opened the door to see if he needed any assistance. He was dressed already, looking as if he were ready to go out.
"I was just about to call you in. I have received a message from the quartermaster about that matter I had him looking into. I am to meet the person at the cantina. We need to find out where that is.
"Not a problem, I know where it is. It is right here on the base."
"Good deal, have you been there?"
"No Morgan, you know I am not one for socializing. I just made it my duty to know this base like the back of my hand. I figured it is important to know everything about my new environment."
"Good thinking. Let's get ready to go then our appointment is at 20:30 this evening. Since you have been standing guard out there all this time if you wish to go take a shower, freshen up, you can. We have time since it's right here on the base."
"Yes, thank you I would like to take a shower. Are you sure you will be ok while I am away?"
"Yes, Aliesha, I appreciate your concern but I'm fine. Go take your shower and we will go to the cantina at exactly 20:00 hours."
"Alright. I will return as soon as I am done."
I shut Morgans door. I went to my quarters, taking my clothes off, got into the shower. It was a much needed shower. I had not left Morgans door for many hours. The hot water felt good on my tired muscles. Finishing my shower I put on a clean uniform. I then realized I was hungry. I decided to go to Morgans quarters early to ask if he would like to join me in the mess hall. This time I knocked. He opened the door all showered and dressed himself.
"Would you like to get some food in the mess hall before our appointment?"
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Post by Captain Adam "Gunman" Wolf on Oct 13, 2005 8:59:17 GMT -5
Laying awake in my quarters, I stared at the unadorned ceiling, save the solitary light fixture which, surprisingly, gave out adaquate light, but just barely. I was wearing the black t-shirt and comfortable cargo pants that I normally wore under my combat armour, as I had just recently returned from some breif infantry training I had undergone with some of the infantry men from our unit. The loud beep of the base's internal comm system startled me from my revelry, sitting up I listened as one of the officers in the comm room relayed sketchy information about an attack in Gellen Heights, and a horrificly garbled message from what he believed to be the planetary militia.
Despite having been away from actual combat duty for several months during the field testing of the Hatamoto-Kaze Mk II, my instincts and senses were as sharp as ever. I felt that something was wrong ever since that dropship had 'accidentaly' dropped that liquid storage container upon landing, a crew of a ship that size should be more than experienced, and they wouldn't make a mistake like that, ... unless it was deliberate. Then the garbled message, the only real thing I could make out of it that meant anything to me was Folly, and Word. Folly that was part of the dropship's name wasn't it? I couldn't remember. Word, that singular solitary word brought only one thing to my mind, Word of Blake. The destruction on Rochelle, and the utter massacre and annihilation of Tau Ceti IV were still fresh in my mind, the last time I had faced the Word, we barely made it out alive. If the Word was here on Sheratan, we were in deep trouble.
Quickly springing from my bed, I grabbed my custom made Combat Armour, throwing the torso section and boots on as I headed out the door, grabbing my MAG-18 Assault Rifle and Katana along the way, the rest would have to wait til I reached the 'mech bay. Running down the hall I headed to the 'mech bay, about to give a rather sudden change of plans to the techs that had just started to repaint my 'mech that morning.
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Post by Assassin Saburo Kintaru on Oct 13, 2005 14:33:46 GMT -5
“Oh no… its happening again…” I said to my reflection as I stared into the mirror. The visions were now getting worse. I had just woken up from a terrible nightmare, one that I couldn’t quite remember and no matter how hard I chased it’s tail, I couldn’t remember a thing. I knew only one thing: it was terrifying. I had awoken in my small, yet convenient, bathroom, surrounded by words written in blood. The words spoke of murder and vial, vial things that sent a chill down my spine. As I looked down at my wrists and forearms, I realised that the blood on the walls and tiles was that of my own. The droplets of slowly drying blood that laid on my finger tips had confirmed it all… I had written the messages myself. Without hesitation, I opened the medicine cabinet that held the mirror I had stared at for seamless amounts of time. I reached in and produced some bandages from a small medical box that was kindly given to me by Dr Saturina. As I wrapped my tender wounds, I couldn’t help but have a sense of guilt wash over me. I had left the infirmary in a rather rude way… without any “thanks” for the treatment. But then again, I didn’t really care. I needed to get out of there before my visions started damaging others… and I had already damaged myself. This sort of thing only happened when I didn’t use the drugs Dr Faulkner gave me back on the Trestin… with Faulkner and Ren dead, I knew that I wouldn’t get my fix. I cursed silently to myself. My mind was finally free from Ren’s iron cast grip, yet I wasn’t totally free. There were still inner demons to conquer. These “demons” could attack me when I was most vulnerable: in my sleep.
“So… this will be a war of patients…” I muttered, tying up the last knot on my bandage before putting the remainder of the medical fabric back in it’s box.
“Well… I’ll show them how long I can go without sleep… I’ll show them…” Iwhispered with utter determination in my heart. I could play them at their game, and I would definitely win.
I closed the cabinet door and was met with my reflection. My eyes were terribly blood shot and my pupils were little tiny black dots in the middle of ice cold nothingness. I snarled slightly, disgusted with my face. I wasn’t into vanity or bodily perfection, but I sure as hell couldn’t stomach the face of a murderer.
Something caught the corner of my eye, something that made my heart sink to it’s very depths. In the mirror I saw a reflect written on the bleach white door. But it wasn’t mirrored, it was written so it could be seen normally. Written in blood stood tall, bold letters.
[glow=red,2,300]“I am Mr Cingley, the still born child, the white in the eye. I walk the streets and I am right there with you. You are mine. There is nothing you can do…”[/glow]
The last few periods on the end of the sentence trailed off towards the ground, where I had awoken from…
“Shit… this is serious…” I murmured, my jaw hitting my chest…
Someone… something was beginning to control me… and by god, it had petrified me… **sorry i havnt been on recently, i have been sorting a few things in my life. More tommorow!!! **
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