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Post by DarkAries on Dec 22, 2004 2:03:05 GMT -5
316's eyes canvased the area, looking for Covenant, knowing that if any snipers were to show, they'd be Jackals, and Jackals generally had shields.
Rowan asked him something. Damn, this guy was useless, it was a wonder he had lived long enough to even become a Corporal. 316 again didn't answer him, merely keeping his weapon up and his eyes roving over the jungle and the rest of the complex as he slowly began working his way up towards the other tower. If the Covenant knew they were there, they'd hit them now. And if they didn't know they were there...
316 grinned. If they didn't know they were there, then they could cause a nice little scene.
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Post by Naz T Mann on Dec 22, 2004 5:40:19 GMT -5
Darren sat, waiting, looking out of the rear of the Pelican. He looked through the scope on his rifle into the woods around them. He saw nothing, and brought his head up from behind the scope. All we can do now is wait. Sure hope the Covenant's back up don't come through here.
Darren again scanned the trees.
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Post by The Giant-Size Man Thing on Dec 22, 2004 8:46:07 GMT -5
(OOC: Aries, Jackals with snipers don't carry shields.)
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Post by DeepFreeze on Dec 22, 2004 9:24:16 GMT -5
He really hated this shit.
Why was he even here in the first place? No one came through his commanding officers. Hell, his orders normally came from the Corps. Didn't matter who was driving the damn ship, the only Captain he answered to was the one commanding his company. He'd thought the meeting was for all platoon commanders.
Well, screw it. He was here now, and he had ammo to use.
He bounded along at the rear of the column, scanning the trees with his MA5B, just daring the Covie bastards to stick their heads out.
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Post by Ai on Dec 22, 2004 16:23:19 GMT -5
Glenn fell in behind the Spartans, following orders. Taking the left flank, he could only think of what he had said.
'Pff. Who needs armor when you're fast and deadly...What an asshole."
Covering the left as instructed, Glenn felt like shooting something. Many times over.
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