Iowa listened in to Cal when he arrived; He still never understood how people could find mechanics interesting. When he mentioned about Alaska coming down with him he noticed something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, he looked over the North, and it seemed that he’d noticed it too. He ignored it for now and replied to wash when cal had left; “Well I’m up for it, I could use a bit of ranged training. Well it seems we’re all in agreement” “F.I.L.S.S., boot up a Free for all please, 3 contestants, I think magnums with amour lock rounds, let’s go for best of two rounds” The scene changed the boundaries surrounding the main fighting areas sank into the floor and multiple stacks rose eliminating the line of sights. “Ready up guys, and try not to get too stiff” He said slyly. He went to his corner and picked up his pistol, The counter ticked down as he cocked the magnum, he took a deep breath and ran to the nearest post.
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Hi Everyone, due to the dangers of rugby I'm now in hospital so I'm not going to posting for a few days. Sorry if I'm letting anyone down!
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Is there any more space Here? If so I've got a character ready and waiting.
Sorry to disappear on everyone like that. I got bit by a spider so I've been in the hospital for most of last week. I'll try to be more regular again.
Ouch, hope you're feeling better now!
Got one for you!
Name: Miles Raiden
Age: 27
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Crew position: Helmsman
Ht: 5ft 11 inches
Wt: 120 kg
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Biography: Miles grew up in the United Kingdom; He experienced an average upbringing there and achieved good grades. But he never wanted to go into engineering or science; he was interested in space flight. There have always been openings in the military. He went to sign up to become a Gunner but due to complications, including a destroyed simulator and an injured assistant he never got the part. He saw the other candidates laughing at him as he left the building. After some research into other roles he found a position in the private force that protects the Red star mining corporation, it was a Pilot position, something he’d never really been interested in. But he ignored his resentment and went for it. He wouldn’t be going back to the military after his gunning performance, so this was his final chance.
The mercenaries allowed all the contestants to get a warm up period before the tests began it allowed him to get used to his station, getting used to the ship and learning its’ limits. Finally, his name was called up. He came out without a scratch of damage to his own ship, and with an unbeatable time. He was accepted and was called up to duty within a few weeks. He was placed on their new ship; The HWSS Dark wolf. He served for 6 years and had a lot of fun, He had planned to continue his career but, unfortunately, due to an FUP investigation on his ship, the crew was disbanded and the ship destroyed, he was sent to a Prison ship orbiting Betelgeuse, On his way to the prison ship he knocked out the guard and took the key to his bonds. He made his way to the cockpit and knocked out the pilot. He threw them in the cargo hold and took over the small shuttle. He flew it to the nearest colony and swapped it for a more nimble ship, and then auctioning the crew members to the highest bidder.
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Name: Miles Raiden
Age: 27
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Crew position: Helmsman
Ht: 5ft 11 inches
Wt: 120 kg
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Biography: Miles grew up in the United Kingdom; He experienced an average upbringing there and achieved good grades. But he never wanted to go into engineering or science; he was interested in space flight. There have always been openings in the military. He went to sign up to become a Gunner but due to complications, including a destroyed simulator and an injured assistant he never got the part. He saw the other candidates laughing at him as he left the building. After some research into other roles he found a position in the private force that protects the Red star mining corporation, it was a Pilot position, something he’d never really been interested in. But he ignored his resentment and went for it. He wouldn’t be going back to the military after his gunning performance, so this was his final chance.
The mercenaries allowed all the contestants to get a warm up period before the tests began it allowed him to get used to his station, getting used to the ship and learning its’ limits. Finally, his name was called up. He came out without a scratch of damage to his own ship, and with an unbeatable time. He was accepted and was called up to duty within a few weeks. He was placed on their new ship; The HWSS Dark wolf. He served for 6 years and had a lot of fun, He had planned to continue his career but, unfortunately, due to an FUP investigation on his ship, the crew was disbanded and the ship destroyed, he was sent to a Prison ship orbiting Betelgeuse, On his way to the prison ship he knocked out the guard and took the key to his bonds. He made his way to the cockpit and knocked out the pilot. He threw them in the cargo hold and took over the small shuttle. He flew it to the nearest colony and swapped it for a more nimble ship, and then auctioning the crew members to the highest bidder.
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I'd struggle to do something with Cal at the moment, although I suppose you could bring him back in order to talk to Wash and Alaska whilst North and Iowa fight.
I'd struggle to do something with Cal at the moment, although I suppose you could bring him back in order to talk to Wash and Alaska whilst North and Iowa fight.
Yay we're up and running! I'll get a C.S done ASAP!
Sounds like my kinda thing, I'm interested.
"Well then my good friend let's do this thing." He walked over to his allocated area. "Remember North no knifes, we may have little shields but it'll go straight through them, and we don't want another Cal situation", he took his knife out of the holder in his armour and threw it on the floor. The timer ticked down from 5, Iowa Readied up lifting his arms into a defensible position. He always preferred the more stealthy style of approach of combat instead of full on sparring. The timer finally ticked down to zero and the match begun. Iowa went full out; if he was going to do combat he was going to do it properly. The match began. Iowa moved towards North, keeping in a combat stance. He swung first aiming for the head then he threw two more at the lower chest. He knew they wouldn’t all hit and so moved back into his defensive position.
Iowa listened closely to what Wash was saying, “I think we all have Wash, but look at where we are, the amazing things that we’re able to do if I had stayed a marine. This is some intense stuff. And I’m sure you’re right about your reward. ” He paused as he got back up, “And I recommend you aren’t so cocky about your strength, you’d be surprised what some of us are capable of.” He clicked his helmet into place and loaded up his data chip and ran some final checks on his gear. He saw North and Alaska walk in, “Good morning you two, any word on Cal or South yet?” He knew that Cal was as stubborn as a mule, and so he’d most likely already be moving about. “Actually you know what I might be best if I didn’t know where he was. So, are we all here for some fighting? I’m good for that. It might be best to go in pairs; it would just make it less confusing. I’ll see you down there.”
Iowa left the locker room and moved to the training hall. He’d forgotten how big it was. “F.I.L.S.S, can you set up a Sparing scenario, we’ve got four members, so two matches, should be good. And keep it to fists.” there was a brief pause before the AI spoke again, “Understood Agent Iowa, Rearranging the training floor”. As she finished her sentence the floor started moving, blocks starting to rise and others falling low, Eventually creating an almost tennis court like structure on two sides of the room. If Iowa was being honest, he was very impressed by the engineering. He set up a random draw for the contestants and waited for the others to arrive before picking who would be fighting who.
Iowa left the locker room and moved to the training hall. He’d forgotten how big it was. “F.I.L.S.S, can you set up a Sparing scenario, we’ve got four members, so two matches, should be good. And keep it to fists.” there was a brief pause before the AI spoke again, “Understood Agent Iowa, Rearranging the training floor”. As she finished her sentence the floor started moving, blocks starting to rise and others falling low, Eventually creating an almost tennis court like structure on two sides of the room. If Iowa was being honest, he was very impressed by the engineering. He set up a random draw for the contestants and waited for the others to arrive before picking who would be fighting who.
Iowa had a rough night's sleep, constant interruptions in his dreams. Every time it was the voice of the man in the simulation. "You have failed your friends agent Iowa", "You cannot save them all, not now not ever." every time he went back to sleep he appeared again repeating the same thing. He got up finally, it was early morning on board, and only the skeleton crew were awake. He went on his normal jog around the ship, before breakfast, and went to the canteen early. No one was there. He grabbed a banana and made his way to the locker room. He was told that after his decontamination his armour would be delivered to his locker.
As he arrived he noticed Wash sitting down, he looked almost as tired as Iowa. "Hey" Iowa said as he moved to his locker and taking out his set. "You good Wash?" he put his kit on and grabbed his helmet. "You're thinking about something aren't you? I know that look. C'mon tell me what's up" he sat down next to him
As he arrived he noticed Wash sitting down, he looked almost as tired as Iowa. "Hey" Iowa said as he moved to his locker and taking out his set. "You good Wash?" he put his kit on and grabbed his helmet. "You're thinking about something aren't you? I know that look. C'mon tell me what's up" he sat down next to him
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