Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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7 yrs ago
Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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8 yrs ago
Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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8 yrs ago
Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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8 yrs ago
Hail Hydra!
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Do not go gentle into that good night By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
"All of you. Can it. Don't want the Awhia -bait to hear you." Jaing said to his brothers as they boarded the ship and took off towards the planet of Genosis. "Get ready gentlemen. Let's go give them a firm kick right in the Sheb'ese"
Jaing stood perfectly in formation with he rest of Arcca company, as the rain from Kamino pounded down on his Katarn armor, Jaing looked at his brothers on either side of him as they boarded the RSC: Majestic to deploy to Genosis. It was time to defend the Republic against the Droids, or Tinnies, as Sergeant Kal called them.
If he's not here after school tomorrow, and our dear friend The Fated Fallen wants to be our Jedi Padawan, we can start then. If not then we still start then without the Jedi
Jedi Padawan Commander of the Squad: Saarebas
Commando Sergeant (Squad Leader):Me. Commando Squad Medic: Kablamicus
Commando Squad Demolitions Expert: Fritz8084
Commando Squad Sniper/Hacker: Daglonster
The Jedi Padawan is attached to our squad and meets them before we leave Kamino. They are inexperienced and we will need to help them learn the ways of war, commando, and leading.
We were trained by Sergeant Kal Skirta, one of the Mandalorian sergeants recruited by Jango Fett to train us. He drilled our skills into us as well as our Mandolorian identities and even made us learn some Mandolorian Language. We were born as part of the same batch and haven't lost a squad member during training like some of the others, and we are about to deploy to Geneosis.
CS:
Name: RC-00625 "Jaing"
Age: 20 (Actually 10 but due to accelerated ageing)
Role: Squad Sergeant
Appearance: (We all look the same unless you have scars you wish to add. Our Armor is Katarn Armor which I have below, just state what color splash you have on yours) http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20050623161752/starwars/images/d/d8/Clonecallouts.jpg
My Armor has a red strip down the middle of the helmet and running along each of the arms and legs
Weaponry: Vibroblade Guantlet, DC-17, and Thermal Dets.
'Let me tell you about Sevastopol Safety Protocols.' "Let me tell you how to shut the fuck up" Came the sound from down the hallway as Jason bashed an Android to the death against a wall. He reached the locker. "Autumn, I'm outside. Come on out"
[center][b][u]Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas[/u][/b]
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.[/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-u">Do not go gentle into that good night<br>By: Dylan Thomas</span></span><br><br>Do not go gentle into that good night,<br>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br>Because their words had forked no lightning they<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</div></div>