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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/4/2017 11:02:36 AM
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"Aha! So special operations it is!" Poison said with a laugh
"That's [i]definitely[/i] not my type.."
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"Special operations is slightly similar to both. You won't be seeing action [i]too[/i][i][/i] often but the action you do see will be stealth based. Silencers, breaking into places and capturing an objective or something of the sorts."
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"Yes. That's more of what I had in mind..."
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"Alright, so special operations it is. Getting into their ranks takes alot of hard work, and you'll be trained mostly as a pilot would be, in some ways. You'll be training with your grappling, and will be taking part in a stealth operation. Failure of the operation will result in you not being able to join the spec Ops. Instead, you'll be assigned to something else." "It's very high stakes"
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"High stakes get you high rewards.." Poison said quite confidently "Or well, something like that..."
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"It is in fact. You break into their main facility on their world, get information to us. Maybe die in the process but hey, we'd win."
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"At least we'd win! Yay!" Poison said sarcastically..
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"It's true. You get us the right information, the right artifact. It could change the tide of the war."
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"I have no doubt about that, the way you said it was just funny..." Poison said, chuckling...
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"Imagine losing every single member of the U.S. Navy Seals in one go." Marker said with a solemn sigh, shaking his head as he glanced over "Pilots are trained for war. Rifleman are trained for war. You guys are trained for battle."
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Edited by medic: 7/4/2017 11:25:04 AMPoison nodded solemnly as well but said nothing...
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"Anyways. Let's see what you got shall we? I'll put you in my own creation of a mission. Is that alright?"
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"Fine by me. What is it?"
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"You'll see. Follow me." Marker walked down the path, heading towards the village of the dojo
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Poison ran to catch up, saying, "Yeah, guess so..."
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Marker led Poison through the village and eventually stopped in front of a two story building. Marker knocked in a specific manner and the door was opened by a fellow Militia grunt. "Lieutenant Colonel! What can I do for you?" "Simulation pod running smoothly?" "Yes sir!" "Excellent!" Marker stepped past the pilot into the building, motioning for Poison to follow
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Poison followed, taking in his surroundings...
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The room was somewhat large, with crates stacked up to the ceiling against the far wall and two other doorways on the right and left. "Follow Me." Marker walked into the doorway in the right hand wall, entering into a smaller room that had some sort of pods against the walls
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Poison again followed Marker into the room, all the while saying nothing...
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"Alright, step into this pod." Marker pointed at one of the pods, which had a small chamber inside just enough for one person to fit into
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Edited by medic: 7/4/2017 12:07:42 PM"Alright,' Poison said as he stepped into it, 'What do I do?"
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"Look up at the very top of the doorframe and you should see a small control panel"
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"I see it"
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"Press the red button, then the green and pull the small Lever."
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Poison did this, saying, "Done."
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The pod Doors closed, casting Poison into darkness before he felt something in the pit of his stomach. The next thing he knew, he fell onto his knees in an open field, with a path leading up to a large castle
