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Nope. Just doing other stuff and multi-tasking.

@TheWindel

Cool

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Was that a major turn off for everyone?

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Oh...whoops.
Did that kill the mood?

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Jooker stayed in his seat, secured by all the strappings. His head lulled about tipped right, as this was the direction the derelict craft tilted. The primary assault rifle had fallen from his grip, now resting flat upon the ground just outside the shuttles interior. He drooled a little from inside his closed mask; it simply could not be helped.

In his head, a fevered dream swept by, carrying a torrent of memories, at a sickening pace. Jooker remembered being held down and spit at as his lunch from "home" was stomped on, and he remembered hitting one of the offenders over the head with a rock. He remembered her embrace, her dark hair nuzzled into his right pectoral, she smelled so nice. He saw the light as cybernetics where quickly cut into his body, little robotic arms moving about his form. Falling, re entering gravity, pushed up against the webbing of the seat going planet side. Dashing into the night as rounds streaked overhead. His friend stumbling towards him, his left eye gone, horribly torn up, Jooker held him shaking.

Consciousness crept back into Jooker and he lurched his head up. "Eugggghhh...", he felt sick.

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"Deploying in Twenty-fiv-", the Officer's orders where cut short as the shuttle jolted violently, it began careening forward at an increasingly unstable acceleration.

"SHIT PILOTS VITALS DROPPED! SHOT TOOK OUT AUTO!", the Officer relayed to his men, "BRACE, BRACE FOR IMPACT!!!", he screamed out to the subordinates.

Sitting at Jooker's twelve o' clock , Sergeant Derdan, met his eyes, just as the plummeting craft began a violent tailspin, before he was ripped from the improperly secured strappings, and was hurled like a rag-doll into the night. Jooker shut his mask, and clasped both arms to his securings as tightly as he could. While the world spun around them, Officer...Heinz blurted out something which was all too easily muffled by the chaos that had ensued. Directly across and to Jooker's left, specialist McLower yelled as if in some sort of agony. Jooker just stared up and watched it all fall away, normally this wasn't like him, but he had discerned there simply wasn't a thing to be done. He would worry after the dust settled.

Both the specialist and Officer took the hard-landing fairly well, not too many bumps and still hanging onto cognizance, Jooker however was totally incapacitated. In his dreaming he missed the Specialist's freak out, which ultimately led to him being shot as he tried to scramble from the wreckage. Which in turn took the Officer who was attempting to stop him. Honestly Jooker would've been pretty remorse had he been awake to perceive any of this.

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Gosh I hope they like me...*Blushes*

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(Think this but a touch more HALO Spartan I guess.)

The planet's sun set over the horizon as a small but incredibly speedy shuttle darted across the waste land, only 20 meters off the ground. It's cargo was an Outer-City Patrol Unit. Heavily armed and armored, each man among them seemingly had enough fire power to level an entire (small) building. All of them had seen some form of action in the frontiers, battling against rebel groups. There where four altogether, none of which Jooker really knew, save for the Patrol Officer...Heinz?...Heynz?...it didn't really matter, who sat idly to his left, occasionally fidgeting from the jerking of the ship.

"Three clicks out gentlemen.", the pilot said over the sound system.

The Patrol Officer took his eyes away from the speaker, turning his head to the other Patrolmen, "Alright, check your primary, secondary, specialization. Tapdown your suits!".

All of the men began checking and rechecking all their equipment. Folding guns off their backs. If Jooker had been a deep thinker, he might have contemplated his life leading up to this point. But he didn't; he simply ran through procedures and readied his gear.

"We're dropping the scout.", as the voice rang out of the cockpit a subtle unlatching could be heard beneath the shuttle, "Scout dropped and inbound to hotzone.", the speaker cut-off.

Jooker thought about where they where going; probably some abandoned buildings, who they where killing; rebels...if they could find any, or whoever was unlucky enough to be around when they hit, why was he here; because people consider him pretty good at killing, so what else should he do?

"One click out. Prep for drop!", at this each Patrolmen turned to face out the open shuttle doors. Jooker got a good look at the abandoned relic of civilization they where going to be sweeping through. It was coming up fast as night fell over the hemisphere.

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Got it.

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So would you want a character sheet or are we just jumping in?

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Kay.