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“We were very impressed with your results, Captain. The improvements made since your entrance exams are stunning, to say the least.” The old doctor smiled across the faux-wood conference table, his face heavily shadowed by the dim lights. There were no windows, certainly not in this facility...

Many moons ago, when I was an active, contributing member to the site, I saw Kokuten's request for a guard corps, and had some ideas for it. Something to remember here is that Nepleslia is one of the richest, most advanced factions around. Depending on the week, we're either the second or third...

Uh, quick note, didn't we retcon out the Super-Y chromosome? I recall back new when I first joined, Nepleslia only had like a 4% female population because of it, and we really wanted some booty on our ships. Other than that, looks great.

Adrian's mood shifted to decided elation at hearing about the promised stash in the kitchen. "I'm beginning to like the sound of this more and more by the minute, mate. I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship." The sergeant turned to the Savtechs with a wicked grin. "Yeah, I'm the...

The brainslave flickered back into its waking life in the deep recesses of the Ripper's armor. The armor activated, and stood, slowly, creaking as it moved. The brain running the armor was weakened by hunger and thirst, and Nel's patch-jobs on putting the thing's systems back together weren't...

"I didn't say you were my enemy, mate. But those bloody fascists over there... and who said I was running, Koku? Fuck man, I can take that prick over there." Adrian was fuming, but calmed himself down somewhat when Kokuten gave his prediction about squad placement, and a frightfully angry grin...

Well, it's his birthday, so wish him a happy one! Like I am! Right now! Happy birthday, Koku!

Adrian sighed. "No, captain CAT-FUCKER," he raised his voice on the last two words, shouting them loud enough for the customs official to hear, "didn't tell me shit about my assignment, just took all my happy away and tossed it in a bin, the bastard. I'm sure our little computer friends," the...

Adrian's face fell as he watched the majority of his possessions get tossed into the bin. "Bastard," the marine muttered under his breath as he grabbed the clothes and walked further into the concourse, grumbling. After about six meters, he turned and waited for his two marine compatriots, still...

Adrian nodded with a smile at Claire's reassurance, just before Kokuten tore off his beret. "Fuck you, my hat!" Regardless, the medic leaned in close to his friend and spoke softly once it was returned safely to his head. "Seriously, I have no fucking idea which one he's talking about, mate."

Adrian was surprised at the clerk simply snagging the bag from his grasp, and protested. "Wait! Fuck, I... no... I have money..." A look of distress crossed his face as his items were pulled from the bag and separated, a look which deepened as the medic realized that the pile of contraband...

Adrian quickly reached the customs booth and simply dropped his still-closed pack onto the counter. The interior of the heavy bag lacked any sort of organization whatsoever. Most of a marine's standard issue kit had been crammed in haphazardly, although there appeared to be an extra uniform...

When the radio waves began their emission, Nelew would notice a stir in the base. Several of the perimeter guns snapped in the direction of the signal, and several armors began to power up in the base's motor pool. Activity in the base slowed somewhat with the unexpected arrival of the junk...

NAM is allowed to produce civilian designs, just not with high-grade military hardware on them. They have a number of products on the civilian market, they just don't sell their PA or warships.

"... I'm a bit of a stiff." "... requires firm authority..." Adrian screwed up his face to stop from laughing loudly before responding with a single sentence. "Yeeeeeeeeah she dooooes." And then Kokuten brought up his bag. Adrian looked down at it and swallowed. "To be fair, it was a... bit...

"Fair enough mate," the medic responded, although he still gave the SavTechs a slightly irritated look. He looked to Kokuten as another grin cracked his face. "Straight-laced, eh?" Adrian started off towards the booth. Although his initial worries were somewhat assuaged, he still felt...

"... including alcohol..." Adrian's voice caught in his throat, all that escaped was a small, pitiable squeak. The smile was gone. The medic realized the fact that the hell he had been promised by his former commanding officer had very much been delivered. And then Claire spoke of her stash...

Adrian looked to his side when he heard the familiar voice, and upon the reveal of his old friend, the marine's eyes shot wide open and a wide grin stretched across his face. "KOKUTEN!" Adrian charged the other medic and grabbed him in a massive bearhug, laughing maniacally. "You bastard...

Adrian stopped as the group of women swirled around him, his face still twisted in an expression of discontent and minor withdrawal. "Yeah, I'm Decane," he bent to the side slightly looking towards the Custom booth through the crowds of people swirling around them, and felt hope that he wouldn't...

Adrian Decane woke up slowly from his extended nap as the shuttles doors opened. He inhaled deeply and grumbled profanity, looking around the small vessel with a special kind of hate in his eyes, the same look he had given half the Imperium on his very long trip from the Nepleslian Core. His...