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The Mess Hall was full of Marines and pilots alike, each telling of how they were going to kill the Covenant. It hadn't been that long since the "Formidable" had been separated from the Centaur Battlegroup. But with the Colony Sojourn under Covenant assault, the ship Captain had felt obliged (sp) to aid the beleaguered Colonists.

"So what do you think LT?" asked Fors, the pilot of a Hornet.

"About what Fors?" asked Lucas Brossard.

"The drop, you know as well as I do that not everyone will make it down there" said Fors.

"Well the Covenant isn't exactly known for letting down easily," said Lucas.

Fors smirked for a moment.

"Don't worry Lucas, I'll make sure you don't crash and burn," he shouted loudly.

The usual lines, nothing new, just a routine between us...... big headed fool at the best of time, thought Lucas, smiling slightly.

One hour, that was all that was left until the drop to Sojourn. An hour until many of the people filling this room would die.

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"It is not the enemy's plans I am fearful of, it is our own mistakes" a famed wording from.......... a random ancient guy me thinks <_<

Penora Prent sat down at the table. He started eating his food. He was listening to a conversation between Fors and Lucas. He continued eating and thought about what will be happening. Maybe I can test out that dream I had on these guys, he thought. He finished his food and put the tray up. He got himself ready for the coming battle.

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Robin walked into the mess thinking of the coming mission. She was the scout, the first person forward. If she wasn't careful she would be the first to die. Being captured and tortured for information was no way to die. She would go down guns blazing if she had to. She had reached the table now and sat down next to next to all of the others. "Hello boys," she said, "Nice day for a hunt?"

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By any other word would smell as sweet. -Juliet Act II Scene 2, Romero and Juliet By William Shakesphere
I AM THE BLUE RANGER!

Penora put on his armor. He also put on his extra traction boots. If he was going to survive, these will let him. He grabbed his helmet and bag and carried it with him as he walked back to the mess hall. He found an empty table and sat back down. He pulled a book out and began reading.

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((Sorry for the OOC, but i'm wondering: Can I post here even though I don't have a rank yet?))

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Jed looked up at Robin from his tray of food, his face was serious for a few moments. Thoughts of the coming battle weighed heavily on his mind, many men would die and Jed wasn't going to be one of them. His weapons would guide him, and his reserve would keep him alive. All he needed was to tap into the battlefield ferocity he had shown many times on the field. Even that one time when he felt hot plasma burning his face, his adrenaline was too high to stop, he just kept slaying those covenant bastards.
But such ferocity was as destructive to Jed as it was to the covenant, a loss of control meant a loss of clever decision making. A hardy warrior was useless if he dove into a line of elites who would tear him apart.

But never-the-less, he wasn't going to bring troop morale down, as gung-ho as most of them were, they needed it. Depressed, gloomy soldiers, would get cut down fast, the assault would be worthless and for nothing.
His hard look as he gazed up at Robin, quickly became a confident smirk. "You bet your ass it's a good day. Good fuckin' day to kill some Covie bastards."

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Penora looked up from his books. He saw other men going to the dropships. "After this chapter, I will go over there," he said to himself. He was reading a book titled 'War,Love,Hate, and Peace.'

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Alright tme to slay some covie bastards, I like the sound of that!" Robin said back at Jed, "Let's get to those dropships now, shall we." Robin knew many of these people would lose their lives in combat not far in the future. In fact it would be in an hour or so. She didn't plan to be one of them but if thats what happened it happened. She didn't care if she died or lived the thrill was enough for her. She had never been close to anyone to care one little bit. She would use all her skill to stay alive. To her this was all just a game though. Take out as many elites as you can before you get caught and killed. She would snipe some and then when they advanced she would pull out her SMG and take down a few of them bastards before running to another safespot. It was all a game.

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What's in a name? That which we call a rose,
By any other word would smell as sweet. -Juliet Act II Scene 2, Romero and Juliet By William Shakesphere
I AM THE BLUE RANGER!

Kurt was sitting in one corner of the Mess Hall, uneasily fingering his Assault Rifle and thinking about the upcoming assault against the Covenant. *sigh* A lot of good people are going to die now He thought sadly. Then he heard the commotion, grabbed his Assault Rifle and Pistol, checked that the Assault Rifle and Pistol had enough ammo to at least take down some Elites, or many Grunts, so he could take their plasma-based weapons(:P) and use them himself. When he was satisfied that the Assault Rifle and Pistol had enough ammo, he slung the Assault Rifle over his shoulder, into a holster on the back, and the pistol into a holster in his belt and went to the other people and then out into the daylight, daylight filled with Marines, Pelicans, Warthogs, Scorpions and tons of Covenant forces and vehicles, but daylight nonetheless.

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Lucas sighed as he checked off the systems with his co-pilot, Kira Lenn. The Marines would be boarding soon, but it didn't matter, the Pelican, or Terra's Glory as he called it, wouldn't lift off unless all systems were working. Shot out of the sky is far better than being adrift in space or losing air.

"I'm scared Lucas, I got that feeling again," said Kira after checking the last system.

"We aren't going near a Banshee fueling area like that again, we'll be fine, Terra will see us through," he answered.

((Dreadlord, I don't want this rushing off like this, and please post a bloody character in the OOC <_< ))

((Sep..... we still on the ship buddy =) not sure where the daylight coming from unless you looking right at the sun =) ))

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"It is not the enemy's plans I am fearful of, it is our own mistakes" a famed wording from.......... a random ancient guy me thinks <_<