OOC I've been comisshed! img.photobucket.com/album...ommish.jpg Yay Christer! IC Christer pulled himself to his feet, testing his foot as he slid ...
The colors seemed to flush back into his eyesight all at once. Things began making sense for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. How he mi...
Christer was curled in a ball on the dank, concrete floor of the warehouse. Ears ringing. Eyesight black and white. Shell shocked. He let out a wh...
"Raptor, Raptor. We have go ahead, initiating approach." Gaelic banked hard, the ship rattling as the thrusters engaged. He settled the hor...
Palmer grinned, pulling the pistol away from the dog's head. Chuckling to himself, he rounded to his backside, stopping. Jag lowered his aim, as Palme...
Palmer thrusted the barrel against the Dog's head, increasing his aggression. "I don't believe I ASKED for your opinion, c*ck bite! WHO. THE. F*C...
Palmer was quick to roll onto his feet, leaving the rifle on the ground. Swiftly, he reached to his MOLLE attached to his hip, and removed his sidearm...
OOC: Well, as far as I can tell, it was a snowball effect, really. Christer was going to end up running into Tobias' trio. Tobias was, as I can see, t...
Christer stepped back, his rifle still somewhat aimed at Claw's head. His hands shook, his vision blurred. He had never stared danger in the face befo...
Hands shaking, sweating... The assailant held the youth as a body shield...what an insidious tactic. There was no doubt in Christer's mind at that po...
In an instant, Christer's life stopped. One of the two fighting had gotten ahold of one of the children... Three-hundred nasty scenarios began flowi...
Christer was instantly left alone with the hybrid youth, as Tobias and Sparky took off running towards the two standing not 50 feet away. As another b...
Jag kept his arms up, and sent a glance to Palmer. He was in obvious distress... Where did they come from? They weren't on the roof....and how did th...
With a swift, almost fluid-like motion, the transport skirted over the top of a skyscraper, it's background swimming with the rising smoke and ash as ...
OOC: Going to wait before I have the scouts continue on, let some more interaction take place with the characters on the ground and claw and rico' fig...
High above the city, a scout transport hovered, circling, observing the carnage below. Explosions tore buildings apart, civilians and soldiers ran fro...
"Set him down," Christer said, reaching into his bag. Weird looking kid...almost looked like a skinned dog. Medics aren't prejudice, he th...
The earth shook, jostling the Tiger's eyes open. An unwelcoming wakeup call, the medic had been active for almost 24 hours now. He yearned to be back ...
GOOD TIME TO PANIC!!! His mind was reeling. Oh, no no no no! He was done for! He was going to Robotropolis! The light was fading, he was doomed! DOOME...
"Scout 7, pack it up and MOVE OUT!!!" The Sergeant Major yelled. Things were getting hot...that was the right call. How the hell did they se...
The sun was high in the sky, veiled between the swaying branches of those tall maple wood trees which adorned the forest. Nike was walking low through...
Back at the cafe, a Private had rolled off his side. His leg was splinted, a femur fracture that had almost been left behind downtown. He groaned, his...
"Check the nest for eggs, Scout 7." The sky was beginning to fade from blue to orange. Grass blades swayed in the silent breeze skirting ac...
With no warning, the glass panes on the buildings surrounding the cafe and the casualty collection point began rattling. In the distance, a low tone h...
Sometimes, victims of shell shock would demonstrate violent tendencies. They would consider themselves still in the war zone, creating fascinating hal...
Christer had just stood up from a patient when something ran square into him. Stumbling a bit, trying not to fall on top of anyone laying on the groun...
"We've got wounded!" Christer slung his rifle over his shoulder, jogging over to the congregation beside the cafe. A good handful of them, ...