Author Topic: Forward Unto Dawn // First Contact  (Read 18100 times)

6:30

I blink, and I start coughing. I throw up, in the grate, before I scurry to my clothes. My eyes are slightly blured, but they continue the normal when I go to my locker. I get on my armor and I grab my rifle. I get my goggles on and turn the system. I get into line, standing firmly.

I like the feeling of that chamber, but it scares the forget out of me.

neat.
« Last Edit: November 07, 2012, 04:05:10 PM by Swat 3 »

8:29

I blink, and I start coughing. I throw up, in the crate, before I scurry to my clothes. My eyes are slightly blured, but they continue the normal when I go to my locker. I get on my armor and I grab my rifle. I get my goggles on and turn the system. I get into line, standing firmly.

I like the feeling of that chamber, but it scares the forget out of me.

neat.

Sigh.

I finally wake up from the cryopod, and can't even take a step before vomiting. I grab my clothes and wipe my mouth off with a towel, putting my clothes on and running to the barracks, grabbing my rifle, and putting my armor on. I step in line beside Hunt.

Look at whose post I quoted
It was in response to everyone who was getting in beside Chyler loolol


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If you had woken up at 8:29, then we would have already concluded the exercise. Furthermore, we didn't vomit in crates. That's just loving gross.

If you had woken up at 8:29, then we would have already concluded the exercise. Furthermore, we didn't vomit in crates. That's just loving gross.
Things called typing errors.

I was rushing to type that in Algebra 1. I'm sorry for not being perfectly right.

I didn't get to check that before I posted it.

Things called typing errors.

I was rushing to type that in Algebra 1. I'm sorry for not being perfectly right.

I didn't get to check that before I posted it.

Then you shouldn't be rushing to type it. Take the time when you get home to type it.

Then you shouldn't be rushing to type it. Take the time when you get home to type it.
Or do it at lunch.

The Phalanx squad overseer walks in. Chyler stands, unmoving. The overseer walks towards Chy. "Impressive, Cadet." Walking back in front of the line, she hollers, "Look at Cadet Doyle, everyone. She is an example of what you should be - she has broken the record for gearing up. I hope you all do well today in your final battle of your term.."


"Sir, thank you, sir!" I say with enthusiasm, and a lot of respect.

One of the General's aides rushes in, whispering to the commander. The overseer nods and turns back. "I'm afraid that Hastati squad will be instead facing Easy squad, so you'll be third in the listings. Good job and sorry. You have the rest of the day off. No drills, training, anything."

I look disappointed, but I manage to say, "Yes, Sir."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." I salute the overseer.