James C. Abrams

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-21 17:52:50, as written by Kronos

James C. Abrams will be playing HUBPOL today.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-21 17:55:17, as written by Kronos

James C. Abrams sneered, having just heard the latest communications intercept from the "Chinese" who were encroaching on HUBPOL territory. Maneuver Group one, composed of three armor platoons assisted by two mechanized infantry platoons, one support platoon, and whatever organic support James requested, was circling around Gambits in the woods.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-21 18:00:38, as written by Kronos

James C. Abrams himself rested inside the padded interior of an MII/909 APC, cruising along at 20 kmh. Almost as soon as the Chinese arrived, "anti-fuckup" air defense, both from HUBPOL defense satellites and a recently installed air defense platform would spring to life, intercepting the Chinese fighters in gouts of charged particle energy and RKVs.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-21 18:02:49, as written by Kronos

James C. Abrams smiled as telemetry from the strikes streamed into his command center, showing the location of strikes and future strikes for plotting reasons. Just in case, HUBPOL Defense Forces would scramble three squadrons of top-of-the-line autonomous sub-oribal interceptor craft - vehicles akin to flying Bolos.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-21 18:04:15, as a chat transcript.

((and plus, a phoenix like adaptation power would include radiation resistance, you'd think.))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-11 12:35:00, as written by Kronos

James C. Abrams looks over his shoulder at the approaching zombie, reaching slowly for his pistol.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-11 12:36:01, as written by Kronos

James C. Abrams whips it out and fires two shots towards Zombie Dude's temple.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-11 12:36:23, as written by Kronos

James C. Abrams rolls the corpse into a grave, lights in on fire.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-11 12:36:30, as written by Kronos

James C. Abrams pulls out his pistol again.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-11 12:36:48, as written by Kronos

James C. Abrams offers this Zombie a drink.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-01-21 11:15:00, as a chat transcript.

[Life smaller than light? Bah!]

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-01-21 11:16:33, as a chat transcript.

[I mean, it's smaller than the constituent atoms of life.]

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-01-21 11:18:34, as written by Kronos

James C. Abrams sits at the bar. Tonight is different. James coat bulges outwards; although you can't tell, he's stitched sever

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-01-21 11:18:52, as written by Kronos

James C. Abrams - several kevlar inserts into it. More bulges, weapons, can also be seen.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-01-21 11:19:11, as a chat transcript.

*can't know

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-01-21 11:30:09, as written by Kronos

James C. Abrams / Gripping his Tigerlily in hand, James kicked around on his chair and faced the Agent. "Fuck off. Your kind isn't appreciated here. There's a good bar in the spaceport, right next to the depart terminals."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-01-21 11:30:26, as a chat transcript.

[Tigerlilly is a mixed drink, fyi.]

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-01-21 11:35:13, as written by Kronos

James C. Abrams immediately did the same, reaching for his sawed-off flechette shotgun. "You heard me. I have a problem with your kind. You fuck off, now, and don't try anything."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-01-21 11:36:39, as written by Kronos

James C. Abrams immediately perked up at the sound of gunfire. He set down his drink and held up two fingers, as if to say, "Just a second." He was in a jam; gunfire upstairs and a possible shooter downstairs.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-01-21 11:42:13, as written by Kronos

James C. Abrams whipped towards Commander Richards, clearing the distance between him and the overly dressed man in a second. He slammed himself against the wall, shimmied up the stairs, and followed behind this intrepid man. Guess who would take the brunt of the fight.

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