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[Gamerlord]

((Little tip: you used you're instead of your a lot.))

Traia just sits down at the table and begins drumming her fingers on it, looking left and right.

*dies a bit inside*

Yeah this happens when I don't write English on a daily basis.

*hugs*
((It's okay mate.))

[Patrick Hunt]

(( Arrr I thought this wasn't starting until tomorrow or I'd have finished my sheet earlier, waitlist please. ))

[darkpaladin109]

Blake takes a seat, then speaks up. "So what are we gonna do until the mission begins?"

[Cheesecake]

(( Arrr I thought this wasn't starting until tomorrow or I'd have finished my sheet earlier, waitlist please. ))

Okay. Sorry, where I live today is tomorrow.

[Patrick Hunt]

(( Lol ok next time can you warn me what time zone your using, I was going by the forums clock lol. I put off doing it earlier to get some sleep because I thought I had more time. ))

[Cheesecake]

(( Lol ok next time can you warn me what time zone your using, I was going by the forums clock lol. I put off doing it earlier to get some sleep because I thought I had more time. ))

Yeah sure, sleep is more important anyways!

[Patrick Hunt]

(( Not really lol was the middle of the day, I just got bored. ))

[Dwarmin]

Blake takes a seat, then speaks up. "So what are we gonna do until the mission begins?"

Desmond winces. He watches a woman stride past with idle interest.

"We get drunk, of course. And other things.

But first, let me tell you about my ship-and my squad. It's all a bit ridiculous, of course-military hooah bullshit, but...

Theatricality and deception are powerful agents to the uninitiated. If we become death and destroyer in the eyes of our enemies, then maybe we can even fool ourselves for a bit."

Ship~
Name: The Thunderchild
Appearance: An unornamented, sleek silver vessel-long and studded with a spiked nose. No wings or frills-it's not made to be beautiful. Heavy, reliable engineering. Has the symbol of a thunderbolt cracking a skull on it's nose art.
Specialization: Recon ship

Squad~
Name: The Reborn
Appearance: A member of the Reborn squad, thematically, has 'died'-and come back to fight, over and over. As such, most of their uniform and iconography is related to death or rebirth. Skull-facemasks and skeletal uniforms are used for intimidation, and a tombstone tattoo on the wearers shoulder indicates years served and confirmed kills-this grave is the one we dig for our enemies...
Specialization: Stealth

[Gamerlord]

"It'll work. When do the missions start?"

[killerhellhound]

"So the squad is called the reborn appropriate since we were reborn from the ashes of the human race anyway" Mark says pulling out some whiskey "anyone want a drink" offering it around

[Gamerlord]

Traia takes it, pulls a couple of gulps and passes it back.

[killerhellhound]

Mark takes the bottle and takes a gulp himself "so what weapons are we getting. As long as I get my knife and some sort of gun i'll be good

[Gamerlord]

"Need a rifle, kitted out for long range."

[killerhellhound]

"So your a sniper" Mark mused passing the bottle over "you can be my wingman any timeand if you need a spotter just ask"

[Gamerlord]

"Sure thing." Traia smirks. "Just don't run out of alcohol."