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originally posted in:The New Dojo
4/23/2017 4:29:45 PM
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[b][i][u]Di-Jin Defence[/u][/i][/b]
The Coldbourne Empire was large and expansive, yet some parts of the world were still in a fight against its Iron grasp.
The city of Di-Jin was a fine example of this, the walls of the city scarred by the battles that it had seen in the past weeks.
A dojo member has been called to assist in their battle, and a jeep approached the gate of the dojo
It stopped, and out stepped a man clad in strange armour.
https://imgur.com/Eb9g4bT
He sat on the hood of the car and looked towards the gates of the dojo, waiting.
[spoiler]You know who you are! [/spoiler]
English
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"Looking, Commander. It smells too much of war here, so I'm using my eyes."
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"Well of course it bloody does, we've under siege for the last month." The commander said, almost annoyed
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"Not what I meant. I've been cyberneticly and genetically enhanced to have a highly acute sense of smell. It literally smells like a million ongoing battles here. Practically blinding to the nose," The Enforcer looked into the box.
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The bow contained packs stacked up onto one another, with the words [i]Ham Sandwich[/i] painted over the strange foil that it was inside. Others said [i]Steak, Tomatoes, Grilled Cheese [/i] the list went on
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"Ooooh yeah. You guys need new food. Not in a disrespectful manner, but C-rats aren't efficient line rations. Hour to waste-dump every three days breaks morale. We'll get Class A-rats on the supply line."
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"It's all we have really. Most of our A-class was destroyed. We used to have safe houses, which are now gone." Ransley said, looking away from the gruesome state of food
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"Don't worry about it. Just worry about holding the city, I can take care of logistics," Clamping the lid back onto the crate, the Enforcer headed to the exit.
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"Logistics, meaning supply routes?" Ransley asked, going after Steel as the two went up the stairs to the Grand hall
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"Supply lines, airlifts, safehouses. Might even try to set up a militia for reinforcements."
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[spoiler]Where you banned or something? [/spoiler] "Huh..." Ransley said as the two exited out into the grand hall "Keith will lead you from here." Ransley said, turning and leaving as Keith went towards the exit
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[spoiler]nah[/spoiler] Walking out of the command center, Enforcer Steel tapped the comm on his head, "Ananke, what's the status on our holo-emitters? Uh-huh. Yeah," Imputing a a short code into his datapad, he scanned Keith, "Scan uploaded. Yes, as many as the suit can handle. Fine, Ninety-percent with priority on summons."
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Keith stopped, remaining silent as Steel spoke over his comms
