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Erik Gunnarson

The Seasoned Veteran

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a character in “Exodus: Aeon”, as played by Legate

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Erik Gunnarson
"Yea, Though I walk through The Valley of the Shadow of Death, I shall fear no evil, for I am the Shadow"
Radioactive in the Dark



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BASICS
”Let's be clear what we're trained to do, gentlemen. We go in and get the job done by any means necessary. We don't ask for ID. We don't take targets alive. We don't avoid damaging the furniture. When you send us in, there is no happy ending,""

-Nickname: Rico
-Age: 29
-Gender: Male
-Species: Human
-Role: Union Soldier
-Motivation:To see new places, meet new races, and kill them


APPEARANCE
”Can I help you?"

-Eyes: Blue
-Hair: Brown
-Height: 6'0"
-Weight: 220 lb
-Skin Tone: Olive
-Build: Stocky and muscular
-Body Markings: Burn scarring to left side of upper leg and left half of torso, shrapnel scarring on back and right pectoral and shoulder. bullet scars: Right calf, right lower abdomen left shoulder(front and back)
-Description:By all accounts a handsome man his clothes hide the majority of his scars. Of average height but stocky build this man can appear to be larger than he is. However don't be fooled by his size, he's a remarkably nimble man and his fluid grace bespeaks the capacity for lethal stealth. A grizzled 10 year combat vet with 6 years special forces experience this man is at the peak of physical condition. Despite regulations he keeps a bit of scruff on his chin and his hair is a little longer that regulations permit.


MENTALITY
”If you're not willing to shell your own position, you're not willing to win."

-Quirks: An impulsive looter and a bit of a lightfinger this man will often take souvenirs, be they from battlefields or places visited. He also has a just-in-case kind of personality which means he is usually prepared for every eventuality.
-Fears: Losing a sense/Being crippled, Helplessness, Green officers with maps
-Likes: Music (classical and current), Reading, Camping and canoeing (whitewater flatwater), skiing, Winter, Whiskey, Winning
-Dislikes: Extreme heat, Jungles,
-Personality:
10 years of near constant fighting have weathered not just this mans countenance. Usually a jovial mischievous soul he has a world weary cynical side. The mission comes first no matter what. That is of course unless one of his friends lives is in danger. He has walked the knifes edge for the last 10 years and as such his personality is almost bi polar in nature. He is either your best friend, or an implacable enemy. Having been in combat for so long he is more independent than most. The job of officers is to give him objectives his job is to accomplish them however he feels best. At the end of the day he is his own master and has little respect for higher authority.

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EQUIPMENT
”Being hard is good, Being hard with good tech is better"

-Clothing: can often be seen off duty in his combat fatigues and a t shirt. Usually very casual he will dressup however the occasion requires, However his prized possession is his Bomber jacket handed down from father to son since the Second World War. In addition to this he has a suit of WRAITH assault infiltration armour.
-Carried Items: Never seen without a trusty pistol strapped to his right hip. He also has a knife up his right sleeve, but that you won't see until it's too late.

COMBATIVENESS
”There is no such thing as overkill, there is only "Open Fire" and "I need to reload" "

-Weapons
•1: Firearms: UAF7 Assault rifle with tactical grenade launcher and multiple setting sights (CQC red dot, Middle distance scope), 2 widebore pistols that can fire either a slug or buckshot with the flick of a selector switch. Assorted grenades
• 2: Misc: Shortsword on magnetic hip sheath. Gauntlet punching knives (integrated in WRAITH gauntlets)

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HISTORY
”So, You want to know about me? Wind your god damned neck in."

-Life
•Martial Status: Single
•Family: Deceased
•Military History: Served 4 years of Planetary Defence Force on Kell-Tath. After acquiring advanced qualifications was transferred into USOR (United Special Operations Regiment). The rest of his service records are classified
Qualifications: Infantry, Advanced Infantry, Stealth Recon, Special Forces, Parachute, Orbital Insertion, Maritime Operations
Decorations: Purple Heart (x4), Distinguished Service bar with silver cluster + Assorted Campaign Ribbons

So begins...

Erik Gunnarson's Story

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Erik pulled himself out of his cryo pod. As soon as he did he was bent over coughing furiously, when the coughs subsided he stood up and streched. An electronic voice echoed through the ship "DID THE HUMANS ENJOY CRYO SLEEP"

"Tiny Gods, NO" he muttered to himself "I'd forgotten how much I hate bloody cryo sleep, the only kriffing time you come out of sleep feeling like the southbound end of a northbound horse."

He walked over to the locker that held his personal effects. After opening the chest he rifled through it quickly picking out his fatigue pants and a black T-shirt. After a moments more searching he picked up his pistols and his holster and strapped them on and added a pair of clips in each back pockets. It was kind of a hold over from his Special Forces days, an attack could come anytime. He checked the charges on his pistols holstered them and then went straight for the Armoury. He wanted to see what guys were in his squad. He a SGT. Darkstar and 2 others were the platoon heads for one of the Companies of the Marco Polos Primary Guard Unit.

As he was leaving he heard someone doing their full Drill Sergeant impression. He hoped they'd chill out, last thing they needed was a power tripping flogger on board. As he left he still didn't know who'd be first sergeant of the company or who was in his squad but he was ready to do his best no matter what. He started to stroll towards the meeting room.

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Erik couldn't believe it was back to this, it was worse than bloody Basic. Oh the talk had been fine, always nice to get a brief by someone who didn't take themselves to seriously. But then Darkstar did his whole "I'm-the-drill-sergeant-and-I'm-in-charge" routine again, and Erik couldn't take it anymore.

"Sod off Darkstar, you lost the fucking war!" He said loudly as people were filing out. It was almost comical to see his reaction. They all headed to the mess hall, nothing like chow time after all. Erik only hoped the food would be halfway decent, you never knew what you were signing up for on some of these cruises.

To his surprise the food wasn't half bad, real powdered eggs, some kind of meat thing, as well as cheese and potatoes. Boy did that beat the heck out of dry rations if he didn't say so himself. He wandered around for a while till he wound up passing a girl with a robotic arm. Plonking his tray down and grabbing a seat, he started to wolf down his food. The military had always had its unofficial priorities, and after survival, well eating and sleeping were way up there. He finished and turned and introduced himself.

"SGT. Gunnarson, and umm excuse me miss, but are you going to eat that?"

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Abigail quietly ate her food alone as she watched more and more people file in from the meeting. She had to admit there were a wide variety of people on board, but she did take notice of the dominating soldier types, which made her a little concerned. She was about to take another bite of bread when she noticed a tall, well-built man sit next to her. He definitely has been through a lot in his lifetime. She could see it in his face, yet he still looked very young. The man was wolfing down his food like no one was watching. She sat there for a moment watching him from the corner of her eye. Just when she thought he wasn't going to acknowledge her, she took a bite out of her bread but is caught off guard when he speaks up. Mouth full, Abigail just looked at him with her usual expression. She finally swallowed and cleared her throat a bit.

But, before she could respond, a massive humanoid crocodile called out to them, and sat himself down. His massive stature caused the whole table to shake and Abigail's glass of water to spill onto the table. Luckily, she had most of it already so the resulting mess wasn't as big as it could've been. She looked at Mosa at first incredulously. She's heard about all kinds of genetic modifications to humans that have been going on recently but she's never yet seen anything so excessive but yet, so stable. After a moment, her expression soured once she noticed her spilled water. "Yes. A lovely morning." She responded to the beast sitting across from her. Abigail turned to Erik, the man sitting next to her. "Well considering how we've been asleep for ages, I'm just about as hungry as you are so I'm not exactly at liberty to share my food." With that, she takes another bite.

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Raxis turned to Gelon. He didn't really liked being called his old name, Dago. But Gelon admitted to be being a fan of his work, so he kept his grin plastered as he looked down at Gelon. "Ahahahah, or maybe he does spy on the showers. Not like he'd be a pervert, ahah." He teased. "An admirer, are you? I got very few of those back when I was a man of flesh and blood... and even less so now." Raxis's grin widened and his eyes closed for a moment. "If you truly respect me, I suggest you call me Raxis. I've abandoned my biological being, including my name. I'd rather not be reminded." His eyes opened again. "I'm sure you could do that, right Gelon?

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The blue gator-like man seems more beast than man, with both his horrid table manners and noiy devouring. He has somehow made the act of eating a chicken leg seem like a bloody massacre; the bones crushed by his jaws and fangs, bits of the flesh strewn across the bowl like splattered blood, and fleshy chicken juice dripping down his chin, some of which he noisly slurps. It takes him a moment to finally notice the glass he spilled when he sat down, and he turns to Abigail, facing her with his crocodillian grin. "Sorry bout that. Mosa replace laterrrrr." One wonders..is this an intimidation tactic, or is he just naturally this savage?

Mosa then pulls out a large and juicy burger, and begins worfing it down, while making small talk. "So!!", spewing bread crumbs over his bowl as he talks with his mouth full. "Where you two from?", he asks, before continuing his munching.


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The woman in black looks between James and Preston, and doesn't lose her smile. "You looked lonely...I figured you could use some company."

She chuckles lightheartedly, and twirls a fork in her hand, before poking a piece of watermelon with it. "...but It's always nice to see me being proven wrong.", she glances briefly to Preston, before putting the watermelon piece into her mouth.

"Name's Clockwork.", she said simply and directly, in an unaggressive tone.

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Erik chuckled as Abigail told him she'd rather keep his food.

"Well alright then looks like I'm off for seconds. Try not to eat the table while I'm gone Dino Dan." he said as he patted the giant Croc-thing on the back. He quickly ate his seconds and then went off in search of the Captain. It had been on his mind ever since he'd gotten up and heard "Drill SGT Darkstar" Running his mouth off.

He buzzed at the Captains door, and assumed a parade rest while he waited for a response. At being buzzed in he entered and stood in front of the Captains desk. "Sir, with your permission I'd like your authorization to lead one of the Primary Guard Unit Platoons. I have the skill set, the discipline and the experience to carry it out. I think I would make a good First Sergeant. I understand that the military structure might run more towards the irregular however I think that regardless I would make a good choice for a command post and wanted to inform you of my willingness to serve. Hopefully by now you've had a chance to look over my Service Record Sir."

It was a lot to throw out there but damned if he was going to let a Seppie like Darkstar be the sole military authority on this boat. Erik hadn't served for 10 years and 6 of those as Special Forces to be lead by a damned insurrectionist.

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Drake was slouching in his seat as Erik enter, a mug of hot cocoa steaming in front of him. His eyes meets with Erik's even as his body lays lazily, listening to his words carefully and attentively despite his lethargic posture. A few seconds pass as he thinks over Erik's words, but before he can reply....


Darkstar appears from Erik's right, looking....mighty unprofessional.

With messy hair, soul patch, slouched posture, a weary frown, his right hand holding a porn magazine and his left hand inside his pocket, he approaches Erik.

"Sounds like a mighty fine idea."

His voice, his appearance....it's like he's a completely different person. He's so calm, he's almost deadpan. Maybe he's hoarse from all that shouting? But even then.....it doesn't seem like he's pretending or trying to be polite or anything. If anything, this seems slightly more natural than his drill sergeant routine.

He briefly glances to his magazine, but only for a second, and then looks at Erik.

"I've looked over your profile, and you seem to be the most experienced soldier in this ship."

There is one thing he keeps from his drill sergeant persona, though:

"....I just need to know one thing."

His gray, steely eyes.

With which he is currently staring straight at Erik.

"Are you willing to take the responsibility?"

Drake clasps his hands and looks at Erik as well, his tilted hat covering one of his eyes.

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Jannelo Darkstar walks in as Erik finishes his speech, holding a porn magazine and looking like he'd chewed up and spat back out. Erik grimaces, this was not the way one presented themselves in front of a Captain. Oh do whatever the hell you want amongst your mates but in front of officers you put up a good front.

"I've looked over your profile, and you seem to be the most experienced soldier in this ship.....I just need to know one thing. Are you willing to take the responsibility?"

Eriks' jaw dropped a little. Who the hell was he to A) just walk into a meeting that he was having with the Captain, and then B) Question his commitment. Especially after Erik had just asked for this position. And quite frankly he could pack away the whole steely eyed intimidation routine. Erik and been scared by better men, ones who knew what they were doing and to think that this jumped up terrorist thought he could put the wind up him was a joke, not a funny one either.

"Ya might have missed it Jannie" Drawled Erik sarcastically using the shortened name "But I was actually talking to the Captain and not your salacious self. But since you seem to be curious, who the hell do you think you are to question my commitment or loyalty? By what bloody power is it granted to you to pass judgement on me?"

Without noticing it through their confrontation Erik had started straightening his right arm, a prelude to dropping his fighting knife out of the sleeve sheath. He wouldn't kill or fight this man in front of the Captain, probably. But boy did he want to.

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Jannelo remains completely calm and straight in his posture. He glances at Erik's right arm, perhaps reading his movement.

He actually seems amused by this, though he only shows it in a split second grin.

"The captain is the captain, but I am his first officer. He manages the ship and its crew. I manage its soldiers. Including you."

Jannelo puts down his magazine on the captain's table, and reaches into his pocket.

"So I'll ask again."

His right hand moves inside his pocekt.

"You sure have the mouth and the hot head to be a leader....

but do you have the responsibility?"

Drake remains silent and neutral, but attentive.

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Abigail watched as Erik left the table. She kind of wanted him to stay because now she's alone at a table with a giant blue crocodile man. Abigail awkwardly turned to look at the beast, telling his name was Mosa, was now wolfing down a burger like nothing. "Uuuh" she started, then corrected her look and posture to be more formal. "I'm Abigail Rainn, I lived my childhood on Earth but spent most of my life on Mars at the military academy." She didn't feel like divulging anything else. But since the idea was to mingle...

"So what's your deal? How did you become so....you?" She asked with a slight hint of curiosity.

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Raxis cackled. "Really? I wonder just how much you know..." He was thoroughly amused by his new fan. He figured he should milk this for as long as he could. "Eye cybernetics? Ahhahah Thats reeeeallly easy. You'll just have to SEE for yourself. Ahhah! When you get it right you'll truly be a SIGHT for SORE EYES." Raxis cackled again, even louder this time. He knew those were shitty puns, but he mainly laughs to unnerve other crew members walking by. He looked at Gelon. "Should a human like you get food?"

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Erik, looks to the Captain, unsure of what to make of this. This man, the Butcher of Jupiter was the First Officer? It almost beggared belief. When the Captain made no move either positive or negative Erik looked back to Darkstar

"Do I have the responsibility? I don't know how much of my file you could have read with out code word clearance, but I've got more combat leadership experience than the better part of this crew put together. Hell yes I can handle the responsibility, this is what I've been doing with my life. They don't just give this outfit away" he said motioning to his sergeants chevrons and Special Forces shoulder insignia.

"Heck, you give me good orders, I might even follow them" he quipped as he relaxed into a smirk

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Jannelo pays attention to Erik's chevrons and insignia, nodding quietly.

"Sounds like you're well prepared, then." He then turns to Drake, and nods, then continues to stare, as if wanting to finally hear his opinion.

Drake sits himself up, but doesn't bother fixing his tilted hat. "Well....we will need two field leaders. You have a promising peidgree, Mr. Gunnarson...and you are very persuasive......but we will still need to see your combat capabilities. In the training room", he says with a gruff voice.

Jannelo folds his arms, and gives a thumbs up. "You want good orders? I have one. Head to the training room, and prepare for the first day combat exercise."

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Erik, joined the group of people heading down to the combatives room and wondered how the training would shake out

(Yes short but I'm just trying to get the ball rolling again.)

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"ALRIGHT!"

An hour has passed as everyone, including the medic Katherine and the armsmith Nyles is summoned to the training room. Jannelo marches in front of the entire crew, with his hands behind his back, putting on his drill sergeant persona once again.

"You had your fill, you had your rest....now it's time for ACTION!"

Jannelo stops marching, and points towards the combat grounds.

"I'm sure most of you've seen this set up before...and if you haven't...WELL!"

The target shooting boards pops out of the rails, with red dots all over its body and head. It moves left and right, or forward and back, depending on the rails.

"Shoot, hit, or blow up the damn things! I wanna see how good your arms are."

Jannelo folds his arms.

"Your score will be based on your speed, accuracy, and efficiency!"

And then he cocks his head.

"Durandal, START RECORDING!"

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Eric observed his own targets and unlimbered his pistols and drew 3 clips. He sighted down his barrel and dropped into a shooters crouch and started walking his square. 5 steps forward firing, 5 steps right while firing, five steps backwards and five steps to the right. Once he had done that he dropped his empty clip and slammed a new one in, but this time he did the same thing but instead of walking forward he pushed himself into a roll, coming up shooting, and repeated his square, firing every time he came out of the roll. He then repeated the drill one more time, but instead of firing when coming out of the roll he fired in the middle of the roll. Most of his shots hit targets heads, some with such precision that that it looked like there was only one hole, THe rest were buried in the targets torsos.

Once finished he ejected the clip racked the slide back to check the chamber and put the safety on. "Weapon Safe." he said as he holstered and made his way back to the group. HAving watched the demonstrations he was mightily impressed. These were top calibre recruits and a highly talented group of individuals. However they were still individuals, with proper training they would be a formidable force indeed.

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Eric quickly steps forward, his boots rapping out 2 hard paces on the deck and halts at attention. It was strange, after all the time he'd been so against acting GI (general infantry) with an exercise that more closely matched that which he'd known in the army it was like he'd never left. He knew he was read, he could lead a squad, he had the tactical experience and he'd done it before. It was his time to make an impression and take charge.

"Gunnarson, Volunteering to lead red team."

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Erik looked over his team trying to decide and weigh his options based on the short showing that he had seen. He tried to think of what he'd want his squad composition to be considering what tactics he could use and eventually came up with what he felt like was the best probable result.

"Raxis, James, Clockwork and Gelon on me" he said and started to jog off towards the red teams turret.

With so little time to prepare and so many unknown variables He started to draw up the only plan that made sense to use given his force disposition. They didn't have the experience, coordination or firepower to prep a full blown assault so they were going to have to play the long game. It was time to get dirty.

As his team formed up around their turret he began to lay out his plan.

"Here's what I'm thinking guys, we don't have the experience, coordination or training to run a full assault scenario, especially not in an Urban Environment. It's gonna come down to CQC and it's gonna get nasty, so I want us to have every advantage possible ok?" He looked around to emphasize his point. "I've chosen you because we have all the right tools to win against those guys. We don't need the biggest guns, we gotta fight smart. Gelon and Clockwork you guys have the traps, I want you to establish two killzones one on the right and one on the left ok? Let's try and funnel them into the middle, let the turret do the work and flank them. I'm going to hold down the right side of this terrain, Gelon when you're done I'm hoping you can cover the right. Raxis and Clockwork are the most mobile so they're going to be our fast response group. If they try and stack one side and go really heavy you guys need to hit them from the sides, the back, drive them into traps. Do whatever you have to do to help take the pressure off. James you're clearly our Marksman, so I'm going to give you a fair amount of autonomy. If you can find a good roost you're golden to just sit up there and engage targets of opportunity. Use your judgement and prioritize your targets. It's Urban warfare, fight dirty, feel free to stack the odds, engage by twos whenever you can so you have someone watching your back, check your corners. Let's get Tactical ladies and gentlemen! Any questions comments concerns?"

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OOC: Sorry for the very delayed posting to those I'm interacting with as of now. Work and other issues that have come up have taken a huge chunk of the very limited time I have to post anything.
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James was very intrigued by Clock's mannerisms. She seemed so talkative, but very sly and secretive at the same time. He stared down at her watch, looking as the hands slowly moved flawlessly. It did remind him of a steady heartbeat, the only difference? It was only a gadget that no life whatsoever, it wasn't like a heartbeat that pumped life into a living being. To him, that was a huge difference.

When Clock asked him about his life, James didn't know what to say. He wasn't big on sharing a his personal life with people he just met, but at the same time, Clock seemed like a genuine person. What would he say? "Not much to tell, my brother and I lived back on a ranch in Texas with our family. Life was relaxing and enjoyable until things became too unstable with all the chaos going on. So we decided this may be our only bet to try and fix the wrong and hopefully return home to a better life." He knew it sounded boring, but it was all he was willing to share with her, at least for now. And with that, he got up, nodded his head and began walking to the training room.
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As James entered, his ears picked up the reports of gunfire and the sounds of targets splintering in pieces. As he watched the others shoot away with varying accuracy and weapons, he slipped the sling off his shotgun was about to aim at one of the targets when his brother grabbed it and proceeded to fire away at his targets. "Um...." was all he could say as his brother handed his now empty shotgun back to him. He shrugged his shoulders and reloaded the shells and then racked the slide. Taking a deep breath, he aimed and fired at some of the remaining targets, hitting them all center mass. Satisfied with his gun working and his aim still good, he racked the shotgun one last time before putting the safety on and slinging it back over his shoulder.

Just as soon as he had finished, Jannelo spewed at them to line up as he asked two volunteers to lead the teams. Of course, Erik charged into the opportunity, claiming red team as his. James smiled at that. He was about to request being blue team's leader when Erik called his name out to be a part of red team. Shocked, and yet happy to be chosen, he nods his head and walks over to Erik near the turrets and stood quietly and nodded when Erik gave his speech and told James that he had free reign to go wherever he saw fit. As he wrapped up his speech and orders and asked if there were any questions, James shook his head. "No sir!" Erik made a great leader, how could red team lose?

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Gelon listens to Erik and grab one of his foam grenades and disassemble it "yeah I have one comment if one of you guys find one of my traps, remember this: They are sensitive. So get to close and poof! You are covered in sticky foam" Gelon warned them and lay 7 foam grenades on the ground "all foam grenades, just pres the red button and throw simple as that" he told them as he was done with a mine and place it on the ground as well "that is a mine foam as well, and yes all my traps are foam" gelon said and started at the next trap

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Abigail stood in line just as directed. She looks short in comparison to everyone else but that didn't bug her too much. Jannelo started on about teaming up for something. Oh boy, she thought. Teamwork. She didn't mind teamwork but on-the-spot teamwork with a bunch of jarheads wasn't to her liking. When it was asked who would volunteer to lead red team, Abigail knew Erik would step up immediately, since from their talk earlier, he was a sergeant after all. She listened as he picked his team. Just like school, last one picked, she mused in her head. Finally, she looked at who was left who she assumed would be their team but still wondered who the leader would be. After a moment, she looked at Jannelo. "So, what? You want us to shoot each other?"

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Raxis happily walked toward his new team looking down at all of them as Erik was spewing out his tactical plan. Raxis cackled after Erik finished. "It really is quite hilarious that you have a plan that could possible kill the other team, who also happen to be crewmates. HAH, if I didnt know any better, I'd say you have a hate-on for everyone." His face screen's grin curled. This was going to be fun.