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Hard to forget you guys! I'm still a Nep man through and through so preferably if one of their GMs has an open slot I can either fill in an old character's history to plug the large time gap or write up a new one to fill whatever role is required.
Hey y'all, it's been a few years but I'm mostly back. I Found myself with a lot more free time since I moved back to the States and transferred to the national guard, so I'm really looking to get back into the swing of things but nothing too crazy fast paced.
Church
David had kept his right hand loosely around the grip of his rifle, free hand down at his side; relaxed but ready as he followed behind the detective up the stairs.
At Flannery's yell, he sidestepped to get a clearer line of fire, weapon snapping up and seating into his shoulder almost...
Apartment Overlooking 3,553rd United Church Of De'mon
For the thousandth time, David checked all of his equipment ensuring everything would be right where he expected it to be and would work in a pinch. He almost compulsively kept rearranging it both in his pack and on his person, intent on...
Upon arrival on the ship Mark quietly stepped off to the side while Linda reported in. Though tired and scuffed up, the he felt the mission went rather well and chalked it up as a success.
Upon reaching the others, Mark pushed out to establish a perimeter. "So is that all they've got to throw at us" he asked, glancing at the state of his armor. "Honestly I'm underwhelmed, I was hoping for more."
Manufacturing Facility Ruins
Mark looked between his damaged armor and the former corridor's new skylight weighing his options.
"You wanna risk it, just give the word. If we die, we die," he said to Alec, checking to see if his weapon would even function in the next firefight.
Manufacturing Facility
Mark squat down seizing the support beam in his hands.
"You're gonna have to move quickly, I might be big but I won't be able to hold this for long," he said, feeling the strain in his legs and back as Mark attempted to practically deadlift the load of bullshit on top of...
Western Facility
Mark reloaded, taking stock of the changing surroundings and situation. If they stayed here, they were dead, they could push through the flames and on the off chance there wasn't another firefight around the corner, they couldn't just make their own exit without quite possibly...
Western Facility
Mark dropped, trying to hug any available sliver of cover as the injured Elefirn started firing at him. Trying not to waste any time, he quickly let off several long bursts at the Elefirn before switching off and spraying rounds in the general direction of its friends in an...
Eastern Manufacturing Facility
Mark looked confusedly from the spike in his arm to the remnants of the door. "What is this bullshit," he muttered to himself before ripping it out and bringing his rifle up to bear.
Stepping through the ruined door, Mark quickly took stock of his surroundings...
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