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12/17/2015 7:01:11 PM
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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]
