[i]In the jungle, a figure appears, and almost instantly is gone again.... Or so it would appear to anything and anyone nearby. Engaging his cloaking systems, the Hunter slid his rifle from his back, and flipped the caps off of his scope. His helmet's hud scanned the area, and his heartbeat sensor popped up to the right, not pinging. Dampening systems on as well, he skulked off into the jungle...[/i]
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"God. There's already one person who doesn't talk. Now one that doesn't answer" he says, annoyed.
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[spoiler]who is the guy that doesn't talk[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]whoever James is[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]ah [/spoiler]
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I'm a not a man of word, I'm a man of action. My allegiance lies with an outside benefactor with interest in this region.
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"And what would that interest be? The locals? The animals? The flora?"
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What is this place, and why exactly are you all here?
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"This planet is Corra, and Fireteam November is here for the CRAP."
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CRAP?
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"The combat readiness assault program evaluation."
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So they send you here to survive and train... For what?
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"It's to make sure we can handle ourselves. Make sure we can survive with nothing but our wits and whatever we can find here"
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Who dropped you out here?
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"An NF ship. They don't stick around. Puck us up at the end of the week."
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NF and this FN, are they one in the same?
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"Fireteam November."
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Ah. And that is?
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"An elite team of soldiers, called in when shit goes down".
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Ah. Special forces. Rather effective training, I so rarely see it used nowadays...
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"What? You're a special forces unit?"
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At one point, yes. United States Marine Corps. Marine Force Recon, sniper.
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"Huh. Nice. Jamaican special forces."
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Can't say I ever worked in the field with them, but Special Forces operators are all universally brilliant men and women.
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"Either that or just hella good at their job."
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It takes more than just training and experience to make a good soldier. You need good men who are willing to lay down their life for what they believe in.