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12/26/2015 5:38:27 AM
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[b]August, or "Patchwork" as he was known to most, quickly scrambled out of his bed.[/b]
Dammit.
[b]Having arrived literally several hours before from a long trip to NF's Carrier, he immediately had dozed off into his bed
Though now, he was quickly putting in his combat gear[/b]
[b]He did a final check, before slinging his MP7 over his shoulder and putting on his helmet and closing the visor[/b]
Wake up calls never happened this early before.
[b]He proceeded to report in[/b]
Patchwork, Reporting in.
English
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The man in the plaster mask laughs. "We're not the FN, bud."
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The hell? Then where am I? I thought this was where those recruited for November met up.
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"You're on Corra, doing the CRAP. combat Readiness Assessment Program. Meet up with the others."
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Assessment? [b]He looks about to say more before catching himself[/b] [b]He looks and sees snoke from the settlement the others were setting up[/b] I suppose that was all you could disclose, Eh?
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"Yeah. Now scram."
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And we were just getting to know eachother. [b]He walks past, and towards the direction of the settlement[/b]
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[spoiler]Ebd[/spoiler]
