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located in The Mayall Galaxy, a part of Temporal Conscripts, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Mayall Galaxy

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Character Portrait: Kyle "Wraith"  Blackstone
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The cool feel of the rifle's stock drew him ever closer to mental state, that place sacred to marksmen the world over, that divided a rifleman from a sniper. In many ways it was a lonely place even with his spotter looking down range calling out wind speed and direction. Even as his heart slowed down and his hand inched the trigger ever closer to the purpose of the training. His dark brown eye focusing through the scope at the reason he was here,half a fucking world from home.

They always looked the same,who and what did not matter when a high powered rifle was in the equation. The who in this case was Ahmed,a English born Muslim who was trading high end weapons to the enemies of his boss. Well Ahmed had obviously much more faith in his compatriots then was wise. After all an entire recon unit was currently surrounding this meeting of terrorists solely because of intel brought for a song and dance. The Marine Corp was always ready to expel a little sweat if it meant a good kill.

This party however would not start till the order came on down from the mountain though. His spotter held the radio close watching this leanly built sniper utterly focused on the target that appeared through his scope. Breathing was slowed till the point his copper toned skin showed no ripples from oxygen flowing in it's blood. He was in the zone,one this Marine Corporeal could and often did maintain for hours and once for a day and a half.

"Rogue 1 this is Rouge Actual mision is a go..I repeat mission is a go."A disembodied voice of female origin spoke over the handset the spotter held with a slight smile.

The Corporeal didn't bother with the smile for he had a job to do, he had a lot of training to pay back Uncle Sam for. The trigger of the rifle completed its song and dance,striking a bullet that shot from the chamber and down the barrel. Smoke and fire echoed as the bullet transcribed its ballistic path through empty air. In less time the it took for the trigger pull Ahmed felt the ever fleeting tearing pain of a bullet induced heart wound. The sniper always wondered if the targets ever had time to feel regret. Medically speaking he knew it to be an impossibility, not enough time for thought processes. But spiritually this Apache born and bred jarhead liked to think so. The good Lord always gave a second chance even on Death's door.

With that release of the mental state sacred to snipers the pent up fury of Marines was in turn unleashed. Rogue 1 had ten Marines KIA and wanted blood. The screams of surprise intermingled with the distinct reports of NATO chambered weapons. Marines shouting obscenities at these desert born terrorists drowned out the Arabic prayers to Allah. Sweeping the rifle the Corporeal provided overwatch and ended six more lives before there was nothing left to kill.

" Lord I beg forgiveness for the lives I've taken..Let my actions speak my intents and guide my hands so that I slay only the deserving. " The tall and lean Apache muttered to himself,a prayer to a God he still believed in five years into the Service.

Clean up went quickly and slowly at the same time. Each body prayed over silently as he helped carried them from that place of violence and blood soaked sands. Then came that ever tedious ride across unremarkable desert men had been killing for since the dawn of time. The roar of the HMHVEE engine lulling the Sniper into a half dozing mood.

" Not a bad day huh Kyle." His spotter a heavily built Caucasian straight out of a Nazi breeding camp remarked as he tore into a pack of Trail Mix.

" The job was done and we all get to enjoy beer and pussy later so yeah a good day all round." Kyle replied with a sleepy sigh as his eyes slipped closed. It had been a long ass day, most of it spent under the day time sun.