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12/17/2015 1:27:46 PM
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[b]CRAP Evaluation[/b]
A voice blares over the loudspeakers:
"[b][i]ALL ATTENDING FN MEMBERS, REPORY TO BAY 9 IMMEDIATELY.[/i][/b]
[spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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Edited by zubeke: 12/17/2015 7:57:51 PMHe stares the Clonal in the eyes and says in a cold voice "I've seen monsters that you couldn't even imagine. I've been from one corner of this universe to the other. And what while you sit here on you ass so I would like some respect. And names Jack." The Jack stops starring "And my Codename is Dynamic." "And what's the mission anyways?"
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"Was that sass, boy, you want to be gutted like a fish?"
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[spoiler]And his cockyness might tie into his history. Idk. [/spoiler]
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"I will like to see you try."
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[spoiler]You're guy is an ass [/spoiler] "Let me get right down to it. You're being tested. The CRAP."
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[spoiler]Yeah. I kinda wanted him to be cocky and full of himself. So it could be a good redemption story[/spoiler] "Whats the CRAP? Is it a mission?"
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"The Combat Readiness Assessment Program."
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"Ok. When do I start?"
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"Tomorrow. We're sending you down to Corra, a jungle planet. You all will have to survive for one week with no help whatsoever in an environment where anything will kill you."
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"Any guns?"
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Edited by PyrrhasGhost: 12/17/2015 6:31:40 PMRoger walks in, his every step causing a minor shockwave. Tara follows close behind, reciting the periodic elements under her breath.
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Colonel Desecarre sits at a hologram of a small planet, smoking his pipe.
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Roger is the first to speak "Silver Nail and Golden Hammer reporting for duty sir." He stands at attention. [b]Tara follows Roger's lead and stands at attention.[/b]
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Edited by VertheAlt: 12/17/2015 7:55:28 PM"Listen up, kiddies: we trust our leaders of our branches. Air Force, Navy Seals, the Army, Marines- all great people. But Fireteam November has to be the best. We're going to train your skills extensively using the CRAP."
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"I assume that's an acronym sir?" Roger asks hesitantly. [b]Tara begins thinking of possible acronyms.[/b]
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"That's right. Combat Readiness Assessment Program."
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"Ah that makes much more sense sir" Roger says. [b]"What kind of assessments will we be participating in sir?" Tara asks before recoiling. "If you don't mind me asking that is."[/b]
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"Combat Readiness. We're sending you down to Corra, a jungle planet. You all will have to survive for one week with no help whatsoever in an environment where anything will kill you."
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[b]The response causes Tara to be somewhat shaken "so we're going to a hostile jungle for seven days and nights, with no equipment." She quickly regains her composure however. "This will be a true test of my problem solving ability."[/b] "And it will be a suitable test of my strength as well." Roger says as he gently pats Tara on the back, comforting his younger sibling.
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"See you two on Corra tomorrow. Get some rest. Dismissed."
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"Yes Sir" they replied at the same time. They exit. [spoiler]End[/spoiler]
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[b]Loud thuds come closer as the Wanderer approaches[/b]
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Colonel Desecarre sits at a hologram of a planet, smoking a pipe.
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[b]He nods at the hologram[/b]
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"Listen up, kiddies: we trust our leaders of our branches. Air Force, Navy Seals, the Army, Marines- all great people. But Fireteam November has to be the best. We're going to train your skills extensively using the CRAP."
