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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 18 2010, 11:08 PM (71 Views) | |
| Wild | Oct 18 2010, 11:08 PM Post #1 |
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Stumbling through a hallway inside one of the fortified buildings of the Rangers, Wild retracted his helmet on his black and white armor. Coughing from the recent battle, Wild straightened himself up as he rubbed his exposed arm. "Goddamnit, the Knights have been running more and more interference," Wild mutters, as he walked past one of the older members before rounding a corner. Entering the mechanics' workshop, Wild disengaged his armor and handed the device over. "Here you go, fix it up will you?" "Sure thing Wild, and don't forget," the mechanic says, outstretching his hand. Grumbling to himself, Wild hands off his glasses before placing a set of contacts in his eyes. "You know...I really hate these things, but extra pairs of glasses keep getting destroyed too often." "Yeah I know, the armor will be ready in two days, get some rest. Seems they roughed you up out there," the mechanic says, setting the compacted damaged armor aside. "Rather not think about it," Wild responds back before leaving the room, ejecting out a small disc from his armor. Placing it inside his jacket's breast pocket, Wild continued along the make-shift base to the mess hall. While the Rangers weren't a military organization, they did certainly adopt certain features to maintain a level of command and efficiency. Despite being only 23 years old Wild was making himself out to be one of the melee-specialists of the group. Sitting down at one of the empty tables, Wild rested his head on the table, avoiding putting pressure on the injured armor. "I hope the info I found was worth it....why were there so many Knights out there?" |
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| Wild | Nov 6 2010, 03:28 AM Post #2 |
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Delivering his report, the data in the disc determined one thing. The Barcalow Knights were planning a major operation in the Mideast Territory. For Wild, it had been a year since going to that area. Shaking his head, Wild wandered into the medical wing of the base, where he saw the various states of several of the men and women injured by the USMP and Barcalow Knights. Glancing away from the rooms, Wild noticed one person move out of his room. Hearing the nurses trying to warn him were clearly not reaching him. He shrugged to himself and walked over to the man in the crutches. "Seems they got you pretty rough out there," Wild says, looking him over and noting the missing leg, as well as the already attached prosthetic arm. "The name's Wild by the way." |
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| Wild | Nov 15 2010, 01:33 AM Post #3 |
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"Good to meet you," Wild says, shaking the outstretched arm. "I won't be staying long around here. I have to go back to the Mideast Territory. Some trouble's brewing up," Wild continues, leaning against the wall. "Don't know what though. Anyway, you should get some rest. Prosthetic limbs I hear are a real pain to get attached if everything isn't done accordingly. I'll stop by before by go, see if you're conscious after the op." With that, Wild patted Akira on the shoulder and walked off, silently thinking to himself. Back home...I wonder how she's doing...wonder if she forgot about me or what. Doesn't matter, at this point I'm just a ghost. |
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