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Awesome........ what's a CS?
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character sheet, basically it's just the desired template you want for character sheets that are submitted.
@grimthinkingThat looks awesome, and helps also to give an idea of where we are tech level wise. Would something like The Edge of Tomorrow or Ghost Recon:Advanced Warfighter be close to what in the world?
Interested.

Also, how much have the remaining powers began trying to reclaim the territory around their cities or elsewhere? I'd imagine there's at least some area that's protected since feeding several million people is kind of hard without some sort of agriculture.
Sorry I haven't been on in a while, I've been out of the country for the last couple days due to a family emergency. I'm afraid it's going to be a while before I'm able to start RPing again.
Sorry I haven't been posting much, prep for Halloween has been eating what time work hasn't.
Srath suppressed a smirk from sneaking onto his reptilian face at the mercenaries question and the minor reactions form the group. He didn't know exactly what the Masulu were expressing as he hadn't that much experience with thier species, though he guessed that they saw it as incredibly selfish from what he knew of their culture. This was not as true with the humans, the one who preferred to go by the name Coin flushed slightly in embarrassment while looking like she wanted to strike the effeminate mercenary. He suspect he wouldn't be able to suppress his laughter if she did. The other, Ashley, seemed very interested in the answer from the gathered officials.

When the display of the form popped upward from the table, Srath began skimming over the legal form. It seemed fairly standard except for some tighter security and non-disclosure requirements than he was used to. Once he and the others had signed theirs the briefing kicked into full swing, and Srath could hardly believe what he was hearing. It was taxing Srath's self control a great deal to keep his considerable frustration from letting any number of the accusatory statements that were piling up.

'They let them fortify themselves, because they couldn't who to send.' Srath forced himself to stop the aimless frustration from building. 'It can't be helped now, chew somebody's ear off later.' He thought, using a human expression. 'Rescue them first.'

Sath did have one question though. "What demands have they made?"
Srath entered to see that most of their group had already arrived.

"Good Morning." he said more to the room than anyone particular.

Despite everyone's outward cheeriness or neutrality in some cases, Srath could almost feel an slight undertone of anxiety. Did they know some thing he didn't? Or was this more just general paranoia that seemed to afflict the majority of Black-ops types that made up a majority their group. Deciding it was the later he forwent reading to socialize with his soon-to-be team and try to get to know them a little better. As he'd neglected to do so as much as he should have over the last coupe days.
Srath entered the far dorm, grabbing an enriched protein and vitamin shake he'd made before leaving. He drank the bitter creamy liquid as he made his way into his room, tapping his computer screen when he saw an alert blinking on the screen. Opening the alert it displayed the time and location of the briefing that was only a couple hours away.

He dressed in his military fatigues after getting cleaned up and finishing off his drink. Seeing as the briefing wasn't too far off, he decided waiting for the others in the common room would be the best idea.

'And getting a little reading done couldn't hurt.' He thought, grabbing his data pad before making his way out.
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