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Lasersquid112
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STATUS: @Gunther Since when was I fueled by dreams without a goal? 5 yrs ago
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@Gunther Since when was I fueled by dreams without a goal?
5 yrs ago
@LadyAnnaLee I won't hope to understand what you're going through right now, so I can only say this: No storm lasts forever. Take care of yourself, and it'll be alright, in the end.
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5 yrs ago
Understandable. Have a good day, nonetheless!
5 yrs ago
@Ruby Do you, too, require emotional assistance?
5 yrs ago
@LadyAnnaLee Or so you thought. *Long-distance hug.*
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Patrick had been up since 0625 hours, shipboard time, and was doing calisthenics when the ping came.
"Copy that, SADI."
He finished up his set of calisthenics, then quickly changed into semiformal clothing, aiming for functionality and aesthetic in equal measure. Finally settling on something, a set of camouflaged, slightly-rugged-but-still-in-okay-shape pants, shirt, boots and gloves. He then clambered into his suit of power armour, making sure not to catch any of his clothing on something that could snag and rip what he was wearing - couldn't have that, especially on the day of his first briefing. Despite what he had been told, about the mission being nothing exciting, he was still looking forward to it. This was the squad of people he would likely be working with for quite some time, and getting to know them during such a mission would be a great way to pass the time for all members involved. He frowned inwardly, though, as he realized he probably wouldn't be striking up many conversations. Such are the troubles of introversion, especially the type he believed he had. Oh well. He's here now, and that's what matters.
He paced around for a few minutes, getting into the feel of the suit of armour again, going through some more combat routines and planning for ones he hadn't done so before. Mental exercises on fortified positions, bombardments, CQC maneuvers, intership combat tactics, and other such things, accounting for his ability whenever he could. He continued doing so until his suit pinged him, saying that it was time to head to the meeting, if he were to arrive on time, give or take three minutes. He exited the armour, carefully, then began heading towards the briefing.
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At the briefing, Patrick paid close attention to the details given by the Commander. After it was over, he returned to his quarters, slightly dejected - it was only a patrol mission, practically training. Well, they were a new batch, so it wasn't too surprising. Hopefully it wouldn't be too bad.
"SADI, fill me in on that sector, would you? Any pirate activity, any activity at all, or just a nice and quiet string of colonies?"
"Copy that, SADI."
He finished up his set of calisthenics, then quickly changed into semiformal clothing, aiming for functionality and aesthetic in equal measure. Finally settling on something, a set of camouflaged, slightly-rugged-but-still-in-okay-shape pants, shirt, boots and gloves. He then clambered into his suit of power armour, making sure not to catch any of his clothing on something that could snag and rip what he was wearing - couldn't have that, especially on the day of his first briefing. Despite what he had been told, about the mission being nothing exciting, he was still looking forward to it. This was the squad of people he would likely be working with for quite some time, and getting to know them during such a mission would be a great way to pass the time for all members involved. He frowned inwardly, though, as he realized he probably wouldn't be striking up many conversations. Such are the troubles of introversion, especially the type he believed he had. Oh well. He's here now, and that's what matters.
He paced around for a few minutes, getting into the feel of the suit of armour again, going through some more combat routines and planning for ones he hadn't done so before. Mental exercises on fortified positions, bombardments, CQC maneuvers, intership combat tactics, and other such things, accounting for his ability whenever he could. He continued doing so until his suit pinged him, saying that it was time to head to the meeting, if he were to arrive on time, give or take three minutes. He exited the armour, carefully, then began heading towards the briefing.
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At the briefing, Patrick paid close attention to the details given by the Commander. After it was over, he returned to his quarters, slightly dejected - it was only a patrol mission, practically training. Well, they were a new batch, so it wasn't too surprising. Hopefully it wouldn't be too bad.
"SADI, fill me in on that sector, would you? Any pirate activity, any activity at all, or just a nice and quiet string of colonies?"
No problem! We goin'!
Eyo!
slurped.
er, not joe, that's a different character
This isn't an Alciubierre drive, though. This is a magical ability that Patrick has. With that last point, though, it does make it a bit meaningless to assign a cap to it.
@Chukklehed, are you going to put a speed limit on the expansion/contraction of space, or are we just going to say it's at c?
I might be able to join this later, but I doubt I'll be able to for now. School's starting up in a couple of weeks for me, I might join after I get used to the daily bombardment of work.
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Warhammer 40k: First into the field and the last out of it! - An Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED]
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5 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Doubt I'll be able to do it, on reconsideration. I'm stressed beyond belief, lol.
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