Foward Unto Dawn - Don't Die On Me! (that would be gross)

[Swat 3]

I tie the first aid to my backpack with a weed rope I made while sitting on the rock and start to head west. "I think we should jog." I say only a few minutes into it. "We can take turns carrying the brick."

[Ad Bot]

[Watcher In The Myst]

swat i added u

[Mr. Hurricane]

Name: Cassius Casca MacMillan
Nickname: MacMillan/whatever catches on
Age: 15
Name and title of parent(s) or guardian(s) [Notice: not both parents have to be in the government/military, only one]: Rt. Colonel Lucas Casca MacMillan, Maddison Alexa MacMillan (Deceased)
Physical description: Lanky, Standing at 6'2, thin build. Defined but not large build. Heterochromatic, left eye hazel, right eye silvery-blue. Dark brown hair.
List of personal belongings you wish to bring: Shell casing art, 3 casings. Family photo. Small lockbox.
Other: Blood Type O-, Left Handed. Bitches about having hot shells ejected onto his arm.
Personal Skill (something like can reassemble a gun quickly. no silly stuff.): Excellent weapon stability, makes him somewhat more accurate and slightly better at handling extended firing.
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Intelligence: 2
Military Knowledge/Tactical Resourcefulness: 3
Strength: 4
Cryogenic Tolerance: 1

10 points to spend. 5 is maximum.
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Any items you snuck in, if any:  Small PDA

[Watcher In The Myst]

Name: Cadet Spencer Reber
Nickname: None
Age: 15
Parents: MCPO Michael Reber [NAVSPECWAR CLASSIFIED ASSIGNMENT], Maj. Alexandria Reber [UNSC MARINE INFANTRY]
Physical description: Tall(6'2). Mesomorphic/well built. Buzzed brown hair. Green eyes. Caucasian, with a 'farmer's tan.'
List of personal belongings you wish to bring:
1 - "War and Peace" by Leo Tolstoy

2 - "Art of War" by Sun Tzu

3 - Compass engraved with NAVSPECWAR emblem
Other: Typical American accent. Fluently speaks English, Russian, Latin and Ukrainian.
Personal Skill: Exceptional leadership ability, knowledge of tactics, and knowledge of the UNSC and its workings. Experience with UNSC weaponry.
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Intelligence: 3
Military Knowledge/Tactical Resourcefulness: 3
Strength: 2
Cryogenic Tolerance: 2


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Any items you snuck in, if any: None

[Tumbleweed]

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Intelligence: 4
Military Knowledge/Tactical Resourcefulness: 4
Strength: 4
Cryogenic Tolerance: 4

10 points to spend

[Swat 3]

Hurricane, you are accepted. You will have to be dropped in along with Watcher after this current exercise, *uhum*, ONLY IF PEOPLE STARTED TO R-

Personal Skill: Exceptional leadership ability, knowledge of tactics, and knowledge of the UNSC and its workings. Experience with UNSC weaponry.
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Intelligence: 4
Military Knowledge/Tactical Resourcefulness: 4
Strength: 4
Cryogenic Tolerance: 4

"10 points to spend. 5 is maximum."
"10"
>spends 16

Also, watcher, tone it down on the personal skill thing will you? I mean like, you are painfully attempting to fit a character for the role of squad leader.

[Watcher In The Myst]

get on steam friend.

[grunterdb1951]

lol watcher

[Swat 3]

It appears we are having difficulties in accepting Watcher's character due to him attempting to make his character, and I quote from a source, an "Overpowered Mary Sue".

He may choose to resubmit another character.
so can we rp now

would be nice

ill be sure to try to push hurricane's character in a little bit in a reasonable way.

[Mr. Hurricane]

ill be sure to try to push hurricane's character in a little bit in a reasonable way.

Fail to get to the academy because the ship I was on ended up leaving slipspace a few million kilometers off course.

I checked and that is actually canon and happens.

[Swat 3]

Fail to get to the academy because the ship I was on ended up leaving slipspace a few million kilometers off course.

I checked and that is actually canon and happens.

Or you could have been redirected because of a battle with the Insurrectionists.

Either way, both are canon.

[Mr. Hurricane]

My skin burns, yet I feel cold. My eyes peel open the slightest, only for me to have my retinas seared by the light.

My senses come about and I fall out of the pod and collapse. Someone throws a towel over my back. I realize that I'm naked.

The convulsions hit and I begin dry heaving onto the floor, nothing comes up though. I remember that I nurse had earlier given me some medicine to spare me from vomiting.

Mucus rolls down the inside of my throat as I try to catch air, but immediately it triggers a gag response. I remember that it isn't mucus, but it is Bronchial Surfactant. The stuff tastes like like and feels like mucus. The towel is rapped around my waist as I try to stand. A jumpsuit is thrown at my knees, along with boxers and some shoes. I put them on and head to my small cabin to collect my things. Cardamon, the onboard AI starfish appears and begins talking about forget all. Something about the miscalculated jump and an ETA to Corbulo-

Corbulo...

[Swat 3]

I start jogging towards the direction we are heading, assuming that everyone will agree with the fact that getting their first will be best.

[Tumbleweed]

"Yo Ken! Slow down, you do know you are going in the wrong direction..."

[Mr. Hurricane]

I wake up to see that I have been asleep for six or so hours. Immediately I am hit with a sense of confusion, because I should be at Corbulo by now.

The ship stops shuddering and slows down marginally. Cardamon appears at a pedestal in the corner and announced over the loudspeaker that the ship has completed it's slipspace jump, and that we will be arriving at the Corbulo tether in an half an hour. The ship begins turning and accelerating again.