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Post by 2gamers on Jul 3, 2011 16:08:16 GMT -5
Winston watched as Ginger struggled with her belongings. It was good that she at least wasn’t messing with something trivial. On the other hand, the lynx didn’t know what else she needed. If only she had left the room with her clothes and blaster, she would have been leagues ahead of her team in the walrus’ eyes. As it stood, she was still a little bit above the crowd. As such, the commander decided to pay her a visit.
“Name and rank, soldier,” Winston said suddenly as he entered her dorm.
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Post by Sage of Shadow on Jul 4, 2011 16:39:44 GMT -5
Ginger leapt into the air and spun about to see who was speaking to her. She was shocked to see her commanding officer for this mission. He was imposing figure so close. Earlier she worked to keep her distance but in the cramped quarters there wasn’t much more room to maneuver.
“Pr… Private Ginger Bremen, sir.” She managed to stammer as she stood at attention. She was hoping to not get scolded right now for everyone to hear.
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Post by 2gamers on Jul 21, 2011 8:03:21 GMT -5
Winston looked over his charge. The female lynx stood tall and attentive, waiting for further orders. She seemed to be well disciplined, unlike some of the other crew members.
“You’re ready. Good. You seemed to be the most disciplined of the team. Perhaps you could handle more responsibilities. We’ll just have to see how well you perform…”
With that, the walrus left the room, but before he left the hall, he had one last thing to say to the group.
“MOVE OUT! TO THE CONDOR! LET’S MOVE MOVE MOVE!” With that, the rest of the students scrambled to get their things together as they made their way the main ship. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Cornelian Condor was a fine ship modeled after the legendary Great Fox. Though quite large, much of that space was dedicated to storing arwings. Still, there was plenty of room for the crew, though only the captain had quarters. The rest of the crew was relegated to cots in one large room that doubled as a supply room. The limited military budget meant that sacrifices in comfort had to be made.
Winston stood in front of the boarding gate, waiting to see his crew scramble up the steps in a mad dash into the ship. At least, that’s what he expected from a bunch of kids.
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Post by Sage of Shadow on Jul 22, 2011 0:14:10 GMT -5
Ginger stared at the Condor with awe because she had never seen a warship so large so close, the cannons were enormous! The lynx scanned her comrades for the ones she knew were techies and she found herself amused by their glaring eagerness. Ginger herself had been on a cargo ship that was as massive so large ships did not amaze her like they used to. However, her joining the military has led her to appreciate firearms so gazing at those mighty cannons sent chills down her spine. What she would give to see them deliver their payload! She knew that her pilot friends were jumping to get behind a true Arwing, tired of simulations and dummies, but Ginger for once felt a rush of pride that going through basic and specialty training actually built to something.
Macaw and Angus walked to the Condor criticizing each other’s playlists while Pina meandered over to Ginger, “Hey Ging, looks like you packed light. I got a different suit for each day we’ll be gone!”
Ginger shrugged, “Sounds like we won’t be gone long, didn’t know that I needed an evening gown when we flew.”
“No need to be so uptight. We’ll do fine.” Pina said after she giggled, “Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? I packed my evening gown just in case.”
Ginger smirked at her skunk friend’s wink, “Well, aren’t you a stinker.”
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