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Post by dakota on Mar 20, 2011 21:42:46 GMT -5
"Don't need a tatt to show that you can shoot." Shep scoffed over the roar of the motor. " Just need to hit a target when the time is right. Same as a battlecry just gives away your position. I'd sooner get the job done and go home, never mind yelling about it."
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Post by Tori on Mar 21, 2011 8:19:44 GMT -5
"Like Janx said, that ain't a tat, it's a brand... And no, no tat is needed nor medals or bars is needed neither. Just showin we got some traditions in the Navy and Marines. 'Sides, in the engagements we been in, the enemy never knew he was facin' a shagcat team til he was dead. Battlecries come when victory is ensured, not to broadcast our presence before we kill 'em dead."
Tori began to purr. "When the time was right, we've hit the target, and they had no clue we were even there... Ya've seen us long enough to know it." She put in a nip and throttled up, heading towards the target.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Mar 21, 2011 8:43:24 GMT -5
"No death is a call for celebration." Socrates said.
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Post by Janxi on Mar 21, 2011 10:23:44 GMT -5
"Ya sound like some kinda radical, Socrates... In that case, I'm gonna be celebratin' life, my own.
"Since you brought it up, a Marine's purpose is to kill. Leathernecks are all volunteers. We're always ready to answer the call to kill, hence the Corps' motto, 'Semper Fi,' Always Faithful. We're trained for our mission and will improvise, adapt and overcome to see it accomplished. Some of us are like Tori, and are created jus fer killin'. Some of us are born to parents but still gubment property. We choose to become Marines, because the Empire still needs a few good people, man, woman, cat or dog... And at the end of tha' day, dealin' death is what keeps that ol Jody safe back home.
"But this ain't some liberal blogger's time to wax philosophic, we're at war wif jus 'bout everyone in this here swamp. We gotta stay frosty. Me and Tori was jus curious 'bout some-of-yer army traditions, like who wears what color berets, yer mottoes and battlecries symbols and heritage... We got lotsa Army cats back in the Clowder in Lone Star, but we shagcats gots traditions of our own, and it ain't always Marine, Naval or Army..."
She buckled her humerus armor back on and looked ahead over the water. Her green eyes seemed to blink only occasionally. Her tail gave a gentle swish back and forth, amused more than annoyed.
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Post by Tori on Mar 23, 2011 12:13:09 GMT -5
"Hey Six? Again, we're goin' souf, right?" Tori had the boat running near cruising speed, but took it easy on the engine and hull. She wasn't sure just how fixed the motor was, and worried the hull's seal could give way if tested too hard and too fast.
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Post by Mierin on Mar 24, 2011 0:28:58 GMT -5
Sam nods at Tori and replies, "Yes, we are going south."
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Post by dakota on Mar 24, 2011 9:32:59 GMT -5
[new chapter coming soon]
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