Towuaway2

FYI great!

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Rob

LOL on my part in the story , but great writing joller.

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jollermc

Yeah, sorry it was so small. It's hard to write in PAC guys.

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Sir-Nerd

Twitches while waiting for next section.

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Men are basically smart or dumb and lazy or ambitious. The dumb and ambitious ones are dangerous and I get rid of them. The dumb and lazy ones I give mundane duties. The smart ambitious ones I put on my staff. The smart and lazy ones I make my commanders.

brain21

Keep using that F5 button, Sir-Nerd, it'll come eventually.
*ctrl-r*
dang
*ctrl-r*
no
*ctrl-r*
COME ON
*ctrl-r*
*finger cramp*

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Towuaway2

ahaha

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Sir-Nerd

I already had to replace that button. QUIT PROCRASTINATING JOLLER!!!!

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Men are basically smart or dumb and lazy or ambitious. The dumb and ambitious ones are dangerous and I get rid of them. The dumb and lazy ones I give mundane duties. The smart ambitious ones I put on my staff. The smart and lazy ones I make my commanders.

jollermc

Sorry guys, I'm taking a large break from 2142, so I probably wont be continuing Duty. I hope you enjoyed what I did write.

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twiddilywink

Well since joller quit, here is my story, its not finished, and it might not be that great, but its kindof fun to write these.

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twiddilywink

“I’m hit!” That was the only thing that was running through my head at the time. I couldn’t focus and I knew this was going to be the end of me.


It started out like this. I was new to the army, a recruit coming in from a small town in the U.S. I didn’t know anyone, but luckily I wouldn’t see much action since my squad was stationed in a snowy town off of Europe. It was a grave time.

We constantly just sat around all day since we were the 17th. The 17th was just the squad that they put most of the misfits or the people forced into the war because of a family trust or because of a mental issue. Luckily, I was just stationed there because I had to fill a member there who died from boredom, or at least they say.

There was Frank, but we called him Djinn since he could fit into the smallest of places. He was short, but I’ve come to like him since we were both smaller and were always pushed around. The big guy who was supposed to be our leader was named Doug, but again, he had a nickname that he went by which was Chili since that was the only thing he ate. He wouldn’t work but they say he was supposed to be one of the best soldiers until he lost his brother and went into mental overload. One of the members who were here on a family trust fund was Timothy, who we called Princey since he was supposed to have some royalty back in Europe. The comedian guy who always tried to cheer us up was Harry, who was known as Badger for some reason. The last guy was named Umbra since he was a tall African, but nobody really knew his name. I was named Twiddilywink since I grew up on the game and it was a present I received when I first entered the army, which was before the PAC killed my parents on a raid. That was why I was here.

“Why was I stationed in such a dump!” complained Princey as he walked through our camp. Our station was a dump I had to admit. We never decided to set up any defense if we were attacked since the PAC weren’t even interested in the place or anywhere around it. Only reason why it was an outpost was because it was the main entrance to a huge city, but why travel by land when choppers are three times as fast and are stealthier?

“Why don’t you just go back to your mansion and have a doughnut?” said Chili while he was cooking himself some more food.

“Just shut up you overgrown monkey! I would love to leave but I haven’t served three years yet! Once I do, I’ll be out of here quicker than a vulture that smelt what you were cooking up.”

“Guys!” screamed Djinn, “knock it off, we all don’t want to be here, but we decided to serve our country so that is why we are here.”

My squad mates never got along and I bet they never will. The only other one than Djinn that I don’t mind is Umbra since he never talked. Life at our place really sucked.

For the next couple weeks it was the same, six months was like this, but then it changed.


At first all it sounded like was one of Chili’s farts, but then it got louder and started rumble the ground. “Hey what’s going on?” asked Princey with a concerned look on his face.

“Sounds like armor…” that was Umbra. “I’m certain about that; I have heard it too many times.”

“Nobody’s armor is that heavy. It must be a pretty fat guy.” exclaimed Badger as he walked out of his tent still half asleep.

“Don’t be stupid. I think we might finally see our first action boys,” said Umbra heading towards camp from under his tree. He walked into our main office and went to our boxes we never seemed to open. “Where is a crowbar?”

“Catch,” I said as I threw him a bar to pry open the boxes. I would have never guessed what was in them. It was like a whole entire arsenal for a whole army if I hadn’t thought better. “Why do we need all that?”

“Why else do you think you joined the army?” asked Chili as he popped a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and headed towards the supply crates. “Let’s see what we have.” Princey walked in with a nervously and looked at the equipment.

“Why did you guys open that? We were told to only open them if we were seeing combat...”

“Guys get your equipment on and let’s head out. I hope you all remember what you trained to be in boot camp. Princey, Djinn, and Twiddilywink, you guys are our medics. Badger, your our engineer. Now please don’t go and get us killed. Umbra, I hope you know how to use this, but you are our sniper. I’ll grab the support and let’s hope we can stop them.”

“Rodger!” we all said reaching in to get our equipment. Everyone got there stuff and headed out, but once I reached in, there was only a small box that said “To Twidds, Love Mom and Dad.”

“Oh, look what the baby got!” said Princey as he grabbed the box from me. “Oh look! It’s a special gun, for a special person! HA!”

“Just give it to me and get geared up Timothy!” I said while ripping it back. I was nervous when I opened it, half expecting to get some kind of childish toy, but I would never of guessed what I saw: Dear Twidds, we have just saw the first signs of the PAC, your father was captured but returned saying they are heading your way. We are worried that they are going to take us so we give you this. It is a new kind of gun your father built while he was working as an engineer for the army. It’s a STY-1200. I hope you can use it for your best interest. Love Mom. The gun was the most beautiful kind of machinery I ever saw.

“Get out here right now Twiddilywink! They’re getting closer! I just talked to the commander and he said he will be sending us airdrops but it will take a while. Get out here soldier right now!” yelled Chili as I heard everyone setting up their gear and a perimeter.

“Sir, the mines are set on the main road and are ready to go. I saw Umbra head out and get into cover and he just reported in that he sees around 10 tanks, 3 transports, 1 attack chopper, an APC, and about 50 infantry soldiers!” reported in Badger as he got in cover with his AA and AT guns mounted and stationed for attack. Next, Princey came running in with still looking like he just saw a ghost.

“Sir, our airdrops came but there was a surprise in it. They sent a soldier with us who looks like he is half asleep and is drunk. On his badge it says something like HotJuicyBurger. What should we do with him?”

“Well gear him up and ship him out! We need another soldier! Set him up as engineer, but give him a medical hub with anti-alcoholic patches in it, also, he can have some medical gear because there is never enough medics on the field” yelled Chili because obviously he was stressed out.

“THEY’RE HERE!” yelled badger as he shot his first rocket at a transport. Clean hit and it was down.

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brain21

B-B-B-B-BOO YA. Thank ya Twiddily!

And Joller, it's too bad that you won't continue your story, but thanks for what you have given us.

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jollermc

Well, I might continue it eventually, but don't expect an update for at least two weeks.

Oh, and nice story twiddilywink!

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twiddilywink

Thanks, ill try to add on to it when i have some free time, i have a "comililitatating" project or somthing do soon so i better start that lol

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twiddilywink

I'll start a new thread and ill keep the story going and every time i add some (even if it is a little) i'll edit it. Ill also tell taht i added some.

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Towuaway2

widley was good!

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