Name: Flying Slig Number 747. (shortened down constantly to: "747")
Age: 31
Race: Slig
Weapon: One standard Machine, one bag of "shells", the grenade-like weapon fliers have.
Personality: A bit OTT a lot of the time. When killing something, he keeps killing, losing himself in his fun. Can follow orders easily without question, and is an asset to every squad of sligs. He works in the army, though is normally positioned with defending borderlines of cities and industrial areas against raiders and terrorists. He always finds something to do
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747 slid across the floor icnredibly quuiickly. On a nearby wall were his wings (what Im calling the flying equipment), he shot at them, threw himself into the air and landed into them. He ripped them from teh wall by pushing against it and started the propeller.
In seconds he was in the air, and shooting towards a large glass window with a glukkon head in purple glass in it.
747 pummelled through the window, glass flying everywhere, and headed towards the nearby forest. Through scope at the top of the tower he had seen movement in the forest, and being a bit eager, he was shooting straight to the cause, to kill anything he saw. Once over the tops of the forest, he began shouting random taunts. The usual slig taunts, ones that would definately provoke a slig or glukkon into shouting back, but he heard silence.
747 went down to just above the canopy and prepared to throw a shell into a bush he spotted twitch.