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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 12, 2007 21:01:16 GMT -5
"Hey Marcus, it's three o'clock already, way past the time we need to wake up." He laughed, as it wasn't normal for someone to awake from there slumber this early. However, Marcus had become acquainted with it. He had learned that sleep was only a way for the body to regenerate it's strength, though he had learned of new ways to deal with this nagging problem, the problem of exhaustion.
He rose from the cot, which was connected by a cable running from the wall and through the side of the cot, connecting it firmly. He glanced over at the alarm clock, it's red variables taunted Marcus's eyes, and he squinted, in an attempt to disperse the sleep.
"Hey John, do you think it's going to happen soon?"
John, who was now in the bathroom, stopped whatever he may have been doing. The light escaped from the room John was in, an intruded on the darkness on the small room. Marcus could see John, his expressions remained hidden, but the silence disturbed him.
"Mark, it's already begun...
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Marcus was suited now, for the usual. He was in the standard Naval flak jacket, and the dark leather boots finished the ugly outfit. The thump of boots of many thundered above him. Had it already began? So much time had been spent, sitting, watching CNN, waiting for something to happen. And, it had came. Most, had wanted it to just start already, most were bored, and though they just needed someone to kill, but now that it had began... Most had changed their minds.
"The anticipation may be one thing, but for the event to occur, is a whole other ballpark" Marcus whispered to himself. He watched officers and noncoms walk by urgently, carrying with them the papers that fluttered and struggled to keep up with the pace of the carriers. Greenhorns passed, bestowed upon threir faces was worry and fret. Marcus only shunned their gaze, each time they looked over as they walked past with their squadron or platoon, as if he could give them an answer to why, why there had to be war.
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Post by me on Jan 12, 2007 21:05:12 GMT -5
Its cot...cods a fish...
Otherwise it was a superb story. Good word choice and flow.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 12, 2007 21:08:20 GMT -5
Lol, thanks for that. I had a math wrksheet for homework earlier about cod, and i guess i jst had my mind on it. Thanks though. ;D
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Post by uesugi on Jan 12, 2007 21:08:37 GMT -5
Ah, looks good so far. I'll give something more in-depth further down the road, when there is more to critique. But, the impending war looks like it'll shape the story up nicely. A lot of personal conflicts you could do. And nice to see something in the real world... We get so few of those...
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Post by me on Jan 12, 2007 21:09:09 GMT -5
Your welcome Cod also means.....***** as in cod piece lol
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 12, 2007 21:09:55 GMT -5
Ah, looks good so far. I'll give something more in-depth further down the road, when there is more to critique. But, the impending war looks like it'll shape the story up nicely. A lot of personal conflicts you could do. And nice to see something in the real world... We get so few of those... thanks, both of you.
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Post by me on Jan 12, 2007 21:21:30 GMT -5
Fighter pilots? or frogmen?
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Post by Maliku on Jan 12, 2007 21:51:19 GMT -5
That was nice short read.
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Post by me on Jan 12, 2007 21:54:39 GMT -5
Yep
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 13, 2007 10:39:47 GMT -5
OOC: I tend to write in small posts. Don't know why. "Fighter Squadron Delta, report to hanger D This report was crammed into the frey of other PA reports every ten seconds. Strange, usually it was twelve. Marcus sat up from the flat, uncomfortable bench, and realized how long he had been immobile due to the sleep conquering him, and the desire to stretch the relaxed muscles that were usually contracted. He started his walk to the hanger. However, the ship he was on was massive, so every now-and-then, it was necessary to pull over and look at the to-crammed map hung on the bleach-white walls, or grab a noncom by the shoulder and ask... politely. The Harbinger was one of the largest ships in the United States Navy. The Nuclear Air Craft Carrier was a floating city encased by titanium plating and 120 MM guns placed on the sides of the ship, adjacent to each other. It was well over a kilometer long, and wide enough to land a Galaxy on, which was a very large Army cargo plane, or even the Stratofortess, which was a very large bomber. After traveling through an endless array of in-ship-tunnels, he finally saw the words painted vividly red on the wall. [glow=red,2,300] HANGAR D [/glow] He twisted the hatch welded on the side of the thick blank door, and pushed it open. Inside, the room was much larger and darker, and the side hatch had been opened, revealing the angry waves crashing into the massive ship. There were planes set upon the darkened floor, neatly, and equally. The vessels of destruction, Marcus realized, were F-18's, one of the best fighters in the Navy's History. He looked down onto them with anticipation, to soar in the boundless sky, where he had no limits. He hadn't noticed that his team and Colonel Kruger were staring up at him, the whole five minutes. "Sergeant!" Curtis yelled. It broke the line between Marcus's dream, and reality. He snapped back, and noticed he was still where he was six minutes ago, on a catwalk high above the floor. The voice repeated itself. "Come on down, sir". He followed the way down, passing over crates and panels that were below him, sometimes welded to the thick plating to the side. The team was standing around Kruger, and Kruger stood beside a chalk board. "A chalk board? why do you have that you old timer?" Marcus asked playfully. Kruger only replied with a smile. Marcus had learned that a lot of the High ranking personnel aboard were deathly silent, unless in a meeting, otherwise, nothing. He stood next to Yuri, a Arabic male, and waited for the briefing to take place, or so he thought.
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Post by Maliku on Jan 13, 2007 13:11:03 GMT -5
The action is starting to pick up.
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Post by uesugi on Jan 13, 2007 13:18:00 GMT -5
I like the update, and the story. I can't seem to find anything to critique in the story. It flows well, and has good detail.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 13, 2007 13:21:50 GMT -5
Thanks.
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Post by me on Jan 13, 2007 14:20:49 GMT -5
Starting to like this.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 13, 2007 14:42:11 GMT -5
"Welcome gentlemen." He paused and looked over to a tall woman, with broad shoulders, blue eyes, and, and blond hair, and reported, correcting his mistake, "And ladies." There was a period of silence, as the 4 members examined each other. " You don't know who surrounds you right now, hell... you don't really even know who you are. You are brought here today for many reasons." He pulled out some gadget, what looked to Marcus like a hand-held projector, and set it on a table in front of the blackboard. He took a few moments to enter a series of codes, and the projector started to hum, casting images on the board. The 4 members shifted uneasily, trying to ignore eye contact, or any contact for that matter.
A clip started to play on the board. It showed the president standing behind a wooden podium, in the oval office. He cleared his throat, had a sip of water, and began; "My fellow Americans. It has come to my attention that today, at 5:34 am, Russia's capital, Moscow, was attacked. Many were killed, and many structures were destroyed." He paused for a moment, looking blankly into the camera. Then as if he didn't want to continue, he spoke in a low voice, so low Marcus had to lean in towards the board to hear. " This is not an act of terrorism, it is an act of war." The crew were stunned, the girl member even gasped, but then covered her mouth trying to conceal the look of dismay, horror, and surprise. The Yurians, a large country, made from the taken-over countries of Turkey and Iraq, had attacked Russia, as he had been informed. He had suspected a declaration of war, as they had attacked several embassies and even a United Kingdom city, London.
OOC: I know it's short, but i will be modifying it later, to increase length.
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