[b]New Terra: a planet twice the size of Earth with a balanced ecosystem suitable for human life. Home of the New Terran Republic and humanities refuge.
Earth: Birthplace of humanity and the most contested planet in the galaxy. Once the prized jewel of humanity, now after alien invasion and terraforming the planet is slowly recovering as humanity returns to colonize the lawless world after the final battles
The Alamo: Flagship of the New Terran republic and the preserver of human life, The Alamo led the remnants of humanity to New Terra. Whereabouts currently unknown [/b]
Murphy stands aboard his new ship and stares into space as he contemplates his future
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I was promised a cinnabon. Can I have a cinnabon?
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Being essentially invincible i will go and see what i can to woth these "inhabitants"
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[report to adimiral] I have been contacted by a group called the sol collective. They appear to be artificial intelligence. They claim to have authority over earth. They want to negotiate but I think it is a trap. I have told them if they want peace they will send us an envoy. I deferre to you as the senior officer on the matter. In the mean time I have increased the readiness level.
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*begins my training routine at the barracks*
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Bumpity bumping bumper cars that bump bump
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*pulls out Fat Man and nukes all of New Terra from space* lol scrub
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[Orders from central command] All Army units will increase field exercises by 70%. The Air Force will also increase training exercises. New equipment will be fielded and tested for the coming Liberation of earth. If the Marines and Navy will join operations all commanders are to work in tandem with their counter parts. All special forces, sniper teams, and other troops will be responsible for obtaining their missions from HQ. Recruitment and Conscription will increase and the training facilities will be active day and night. Ladies and Gentlemen for the first time in years we will be going to war, Prepared.
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...///WARNING: CIVILIZATION DETECTED ...///CLASSIFICATION: [Nomadic] ...///DIRECTIVE: Observe until further notice. Upon activation of Organic Control Policy: Destroy.
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Can I have a new robotic arm? This one doesnt have a laser gun inside.
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*a purple portal opens and it flies out of the portal at a really fast speed and hits the groud so hard a small dent is made in the ground* *gets up and brushes dirt of itself* Systems reconfiguring Memory systems ON Language systems ON Dymensional teleportation ON Teleportation ON Systems at 100% I found earth. But some aliens got to it first and arent to keen on giving it up
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[b]enters terra looking for a certain relic[/b]
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Seems the ignus are out of the box again...
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*stumbles into court* Wut doo yew wunt huh? Git eet on wit ten...give me my fate
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*flies to new Terra and walks around the towns* (sigh)
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* an small ship floats around *
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JT, Lima, your Scout Armor and Miniaturized Bolters have been delivered to your quarters, enjoy them. [spoiler]For anyone who doesn't know, Scout Armor is basically just Imperium Carapace armor, but made out of Adamantium and Ceramite.[/spoiler]
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My arm was chopped off, again...
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Reporting for duty sir! There is something urgent I need to tell you, sir.
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Edited by JayTea: 6/10/2015 12:10:27 AM*enters mandalores office* you wished to see me, sir?
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A man in a dusty gold and grey Exo suit walks into Mandalore's office. "Sir? I came to report in."
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Edited by Compass With Hat: 6/10/2015 1:32:11 AM*yells to the nearest command officer* Jackson Wilfre callsign H550, reporting for duty, SIR. Shall I put my sniping skills to use?
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Edited by Lost: 6/9/2015 4:55:18 AM*I return with the alien army* *Thousands of ships swarm into the battle, ground forces invade the base and I watch from my throne* [i]Mark this date as the day, the Human's are finally destroyed[/i]
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*after a day of morning the entire base seems to be in jubilant celibration. Civilians crowd the bars along with some soldiers and sailors. The rest celebrate in their respective barracks. I rejoin my old unit for the celibration, one of them is an aspiring guitar player. Many bottles of vodka are broken out to celibrate*
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May I join?
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'A news flash pops up on public terminals, detailing a raid by the Void Wolves on numerous planets thought to be hiding places for the surviving Xenos invaders, with the known remnants of the Xenos either repentant or dead, the Void Wolves disappear as quickly as they arrive.'
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Hello?