OOC: Ey ABM I don't think you can create places like these said Mirakina ruins. You see this place was created by Sparky(Marvak) and she dictates what is here and what isn't. Not trying to be rude just letting ya know.
Oh and Sparky four of the five sligs aboard the ship besides DJ Red are just npcs. They're not that important.
IC:
Just south of the Barracks
♪Nah nah fool what you be playin!♪
♪Crashin on the streets I be stayin?♪
♪You must be smart as a Mud♪
♪To think I won't soon be drenched in yo blood!♪
The music bursted from the headphones that had been specially added to Lietenant Colonel DJ Red's slig mask. The Big Bro was nodding his head to the music while his squad squabbled on the dropship. DJ Red took a moment to look at his squad to make sure they were combat ready.
Rend was strapped in his seat and was fiddling with his claspknife, testing its sharpness against his the flesh of his middle finger. As soon as the tip of the blade touched his skin blood started dripping out. Ren grinned and polished his knife which had to of been for the 297th time since they had gone airborne.
Charge was staring at his right hand, that was infront of his face, as he opened and closed it repeatedly. The Slig was obviously bored out of his mind. The guy could never pay attention to one thing for too long. What he had going for him though were his reflexes were uncanny, he seemed to react to something before the action eben took place. In the brief time DJ Red inspected Charge, the Slig had already bored with his hand and began to make a very irritating sound by continually flicking his metal pants.
Executer was just staring in to space as he sat obviously lost in thought. Executor was a quiet Slig of few words. No one really understood what he was saying when he did speak up due to his expansive vernacular... err big words. Executor was useless in average combat and would of been kicked from the army(which isn't pretty) if DJ Red hadn't decided to test him with different weapons. Turns out Executor is a master sniper that can take a moving Fleech out from nearly 2,500 meters away with one shot. Not to mention he doesn't take time to aim, but shoots as soon as he looks through the scope as if he had been looking through it the whole time. His near-sightedness is his only draw back.
Stormstrike was of course smoking as he sat down relaxed, you couldn't catch him anywhere without a pack of cigs on him. Stormstrike was the explosive specialist of the group. He worked with mines, bombs, grenades, explosive substances, rockets, and missles. The guy had nerves of steel and had stood in many explosions, faced many enemy vehicles, and survived. Sadly he has taken more damage from himself then the enemy. Though uncommon Stormstrike sometimes discards his cigarette in the midst of planting an incendiary device and thus igniting it on himself. His body is mostly in ok shape and he has a nice sense of humor especially when it comes to death.
Lastly there was... Vicky? No... Jennifer? No... well... the other Slig. What ever his/her name was it was something very girly, but it slipped DJ Red's mind. This slig was the newest member to the Omega Squad and had yet to prove himself as anything more then an annoyance. Perhaps today was the day that little miss girly name would show everyone how capable she was... or more realistically today was the day she would get everyone killed. DJ Red would be keeping a good eye on her.
DJ Red roared over his music, "Yo Pilot how much farther till we get dere!?"
The pilot of the dropship replied from the cockpit, "Actually we've just arrived. I'm descending now. Good luck Omega."
DJ Red held onto the balancing bar at the top of the drop ship as he continued to stand and barked at his soldiers, "Look alive bruthas! We got some shi* to do! Slap on yo bags and hop out da back drop. We gonna be acting like dis be a hot landin. Executer I want a full sweep of ervrythang within 300 yards. All you other bruthas best to keep yo guns ready!"
With that DJ Red walked to the back drop and looked down at the ground that was just a few feet below the ship. The Big Bro jumped down and immediately scanned everything within eye sight with his beautiful Veronica(his gun) in hand. The squad followed suit and the dropship flew off. DJ Red looked at the Barracks he had just landed in front of with disgust. He had expected better walls, but then again that just made things more fun.
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