| Leo A-01: Yeah, well we've still got to take the bridge, and that won't be easy. Unlike humans, the Nagalisk prefer putting their bridge right in the center of their ships. So grab some ammo, eat a ration, and take a shot of caffiene, 'cause we're going down the belly of the beast.
*With those words, leo pops open his helemt, and whipping out a ration pack, yanks the lighter string, heating up the food inside.*
Katie A-02: Nothing like heated rations onboard a hostile craft, eh?
*Tex appears on a halopad on a computer console that has been relatively undamaged, save for a few bullet holes. She runs her hand through her aqua hair, looking around.*
Tex: Wooow. We did a number on this place, huh? Well, anyways, I got something you might like, Leo. We can now track any Nagalisk running around inside. THey'll appear as orange-red dots on the map.
Leo A-01: Hmm... Marines, stick around and bolster the reinforcements. DREAM MAKERs, let's play a little game...
*The specialized team of DREAM MAKERs remember the last time Leo said those words. It invovled stripping down into nothing but shorts and a t-shirt in the middle of a frozen wasteland, unarmed, with only a week's worth of food total, playing hide and seek with hardcore marines that had guns. Really big guns. Inevitably, the genetically modified supersoldiers (then nothing but well-trained children without any sort of augmentations) won out, after a month of brutal guerilla/theft warfare.*
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |