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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 16, 2022 22:53:55 GMT
Author's Note: This idea came to me when watching Full Metal Jacket. Then an idea popped up in my head. Take the training arc in that movie and put it in outer space and involve giant robots. This is the simple idea I'm starting with so it'll be cool to see where it goes |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 16, 2022 22:57:32 GMT
Prologue "I'm Going To The Stars" Kiss, me goodbye and write me while I'm gone Good, bye, my sweetheart, I'm Going To The Stars
The Republic has heard the bugle, call
And you know it involves us, one an all
I don't suppose that war will ever end
There's fighting that will break us up again.
Good bye, my darling, I'm Going To The Stars
A Gungrave to Pilot, a battle to be won
Kiss me goodbye and write me while I'm gone
Good bye, my sweetheart, I'm Going To The Stars.
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 16, 2022 23:23:55 GMT
Chapter I "No Matter What Background, I Consider All of You Nothing More Than A Bunch of Roaches!!!"Valhalla Training Facility
"From this day forward you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your soy beta mouths will be "Dominar." Do I make myself clear." The towering female orc of amazonian beauty, dressed in a dark blue uniform, sporting a plethora of metals on the left side of her breast to indicate her status as a ranking officer. Scouting the new recruits with her ice cold gaze as they lined up to meet the drill instructor. They have no idea of the kind of training from hell they'll recieve. "Yes Dominar" The grunts all say in unison. "Frigg that I don't hear you. Sound off like you got a set!!!" "YES DOMINAR!!" They all say louder with conviction "That's better. If you grunts leave my planet, if you survive basic training, you will be born again killers. Agents of Death who'll reap the souls of your enemy. Until that day happens, you are the most pathetic group of lifeforms to ever set foot on this planet. You don't even deserve to be considered a sentient lifeform. And make no mistake. I am not your friend. You will not like me, yet the more you hate me the more you will learn. I am tough but I am fair. Regardless of where you from. I don't care what race you are, I don't care of your social status, it doesn't matter if you're a guy who likes cocks or a lady who likes to play with carpets, or someone who isn't interested in either. In here, no matter the background, I consider all of you a bunch of roaches! Do you understand that?" "Yes Dominar" "Frigg that I don't hear you" "YES DOMINAR!!" The drill instructor stands before the recruits with her hands behind her back. "Good. My name is Gunnery Sergeant Greyhawk. Welcome to your first day in Hel" She stops and stands before a PFC, who happens to be a male elf around 5'4, in height. Even with your average sized individual they're dwarfs when compared to Sgt. Greyhawk. "Well well, what is your name dirtbag?" "Domina, Private Skye Evergreen, Domina!" Private Evergreen said. Note: I think of him as the love child of Cloud and Link.  "Frigg that. I've read your file, looks like we got ourselves a farm boy in our platoon. Well Private, from now on you're Private Shepard. Do you like that name" "Yes Domina!" "Well I hate to break it to you Private Shepard. We don't have livestock that you can fool around with on your off hours at this base." |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Apr 17, 2022 0:53:32 GMT
Roasted! Lol but seriously this is to be expected. Drill Sergeants aren't there to be your friend. They're there to break you down and build you back up as soldiers. So if anything Greyhawk is just honestly doing her job right here and doing a damn fine job at it! She's going to rake these guys over the coals but she's doing it for a reason! Welcome to Hell Year everybody! Hope you survive!
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Apr 17, 2022 2:43:02 GMT
Chapter I "No Matter What Background, I Consider All of You Nothing More Than A Bunch of Roaches!!!"Valhalla Training Facility
"From this day forward you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your soy beta mouths will be "Dominar." Do I make myself clear." The towering female orc of amazonian beauty, dressed in a dark blue uniform, sporting a plethora of metals on the left side of her breast to indicate her status as a ranking officer. Scouting the new recruits with her ice cold gaze as they lined up to meet the drill instructor. They have no idea of the kind of training from hell they'll recieve. "Yes Dominar" The grunts all say in unison. "Frigg that I don't hear you. Sound off like you got a set!!!" "YES DOMINAR!!" They all say louder with conviction "That's better. If you grunts leave my planet, if you survive basic training, you will be born again killers. Agents of Death who'll reap the souls of your enemy. Until that day happens, you are the most pathetic group of lifeforms to ever set foot on this planet. You don't even deserve to be considered a sentient lifeform. And make no mistake. I am not your friend. You will not like me, yet the more you hate me the more you will learn. I am tough but I am fair. Regardless of where you from. I don't care what race you are, I don't care of your social status, it doesn't matter if you're a guy who likes cocks or a lady who likes to play with carpets, or someone who isn't interested in either. In here, no matter the background, I consider all of you a bunch of roaches! Do you understand that?" "Yes Dominar" "Frigg that I don't hear you" "YES DOMINAR!!" The drill instructor stands before the recruits with her hands behind her back. "Good. My name is Gunnery Sergeant Greyhawk. Welcome to your first day in Hel" She stops and stands before a PFC, who happens to be a male elf around 5'4, in height. Even with your average sized individual they're dwarfs when compared to Sgt. Greyhawk. "Well well, what is your name dirtbag?" "Domina, Private Skye Evergreen, Domina!" Private Evergreen said. Note: I think of him as the love child of Cloud and Link. "Frigg that. I've read your file, looks like we got ourselves a farm boy in our platoon. Well Private, from now on you're Private Shepard. Do you like that name" "Yes Domina!" "Well I hate to break it to you Private Shepard. We don't have livestock that you can fool around with on your off hours at this base." Seraph Darwin Costantini stood stoically while he listened to Domina berate the others knowing it would be his turn soon. He had a well muscled and toned physique with a stoic handsome face and short dark hair he had buzzed for bootcamp training. Seraph's specialty was in high-speed vehicles and aerial combat owing to his time in the space force before he was recruited for Mechanical Suit Squadron Fleet L. While he had his eye on a certain suit, The High-Speed Class War Angel Serenity, he was very aware that the training to join The MSSGF would certainly not be easy and fully expected Domina to be as hard on him as everyone else.  "And what the hell are you so relaxed about Maggot-Roach?!" Domina demanded. "Nothing Dominar! I am eagerly awaiting further orders and the beginning of our training! MA'AM!" "Are you awaiting all the pain and suffering I'm going to put you Roaches through?" "Yes Dominar!" "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" "YES DOMINAR!" "ARE YOU WILLING TO FACE AND OVERCOME DEATH SHOULD I ORDER IT?" "YES DOMINAR!" "You want me murder you?" "YES DOMINAR! "Break you down, bleed you out, shatter your mind and bring you to your knees?" "NOTHING WOULD PLEASE ME MORE, DOMINAR!" "Shatter your bones, break your brain, and expose you for the bitch you are before I build you back up into a Real Soldier?" "YES DOMINAR!" She sneered and grabbed him by his shirt. "Pffft. You're going to wish I was that gentle. This isn't the Space Fleet, Flyboy, your hotshot, trigger-happy, airshow circus bullshit isn't going to fly with us. This is the The MSSGF and for the rest of your training you Roaches are going to be my bitches." She dropped him but Seraph stuck the landing and recovered enough to remain standing. He quickly got back into position. "Got that? This isn't the Preschool Bullshit you're used to. I expect nothing less than 110% every single day from every single one of you. IS THAT CLEAR?!" "YES DOMINAR!" |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 17, 2022 3:20:49 GMT
(Oh man, oh man she's going to target me. I just know it! Okay, take deep breaths girl. You know this wouldn't be easy. Just look at her in the eyes and by The Goddess try not to cry. Whatever you do don't cry!) Private Gunhild held her breath and let out a short exhale in an attempt to calm her nerves.  "Clench your cheeks real tight and grab your crotches Mecha-Boys" Private Ravenloft, a petite dark skinned young woman joked as she watches Sgt. Greyhawk berate her fellow recruits. Sgt. Greyhawk turned sharply at the direction of the comment. Her eyes centered on Private Ravenloft, who stood next to the timid redhead. The instructor just calmly marched over to Private Ravenloft, she asked the recruit softly. "Found what I'm saying to the guys amusing, Private?" "A little, Dominar." Sgt. Greyhawk smiled. "Feels empowering to see a woman in charge doesn't it?" "Leia Organa, The One and True Princess" Sgt. Greyhawk placed a hand on Private Ravenloft. "I like you, you're a regular Harlequin. Maybe when all this is over I'd invite you to my place and introduce you to my sister so you can frigg her" In an instant Private Ravenloft was met with a harsh punch to the stomach. She felt like chains was squeezing her stomach tight as she gasped for air and collapsed to the ground on one knee. "Breathe through your nose Private Harlequin!" Sgt. Greyhawk crouched down to the young recruit. "What did I tell you about equality?! It doesn't matter the gender or lack there of I will not hesitate to ram my boot up your ass if you get out of line!" She stood up and commanded, "Stand in attention Space Slug!" In an instant Private Harlequin stood up and shouted in between wheezing breaths. "Yes Dominar! "Should you survive basic training. You'd have a stomach so ironclad that even the hammer of The Mighty Thor himself wouldn't put a dent to it." (Its a miracle she didn't puke, I know I would) Private Gunhild thought to herself. "You have five minutes of warm ups to prepare yourselves mentally and physically. After that, your first day of training begins" Sgt. Greyhawk instructed. |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Apr 17, 2022 3:38:45 GMT
(Oh man, oh man she's going to target me. I just know it! Okay, take deep breaths girl. You know this wouldn't be easy. Just look at her in the eyes and by The Goddess try not to cry. Whatever you do don't cry!) Private Gunhild held her breath and let out a short exhale in an attempt to calm her nerves. "Clench your cheeks real tight and grab your crotches Mecha-Boys" Private Ravenloft, a petite dark skinned young woman joked as she watches Sgt. Greyhawk berate her fellow recruits. Sgt. Greyhawk turned sharply at the direction of the comment. Her eyes centered on Private Ravenloft, who stood next to the timid redhead. The instructor just calmly marched over to Private Ravenloft, she asked the recruit softly. "Found what I'm saying to the guys amusing, Private?" "A little, Dominar." Sgt. Greyhawk smiled. "Feels empowering to see a woman in charge doesn't it?" "Leia Organa, The One and True Princess" Sgt. Greyhawk placed a hand on Private Ravenloft. "I like you, you're a regular Harlequin. Maybe when all this is over I'd invite you to my place and introduce you to my sister so you can frigg her" In an instant Private Ravenloft was met with a harsh punch to the stomach. She felt like chains was squeezing her stomach tight as she gasped for air and collapsed to the ground on one knee. "Breathe through your nose Private Harlequin!" Sgt. Greyhawk crouched down to the young recruit. "What did I tell you about equality?! It doesn't matter the gender or lack there of I will not hesitate to ram my boot up your ass if you get out of line!" She stood up and commanded, "Stand in attention Space Slug!" In an instant Private Harlequin stood up and shouted in between wheezing breaths. "Yes Dominar! "Should you survive basic training. You'd have a stomach so ironclad that even the hammer of The Mighty Thor himself wouldn't put a dent to it." (Its a miracle she didn't puke, I know I would) Private Gunhild thought to herself. "You have five minutes of warm ups to prepare yourselves mentally and physically. After that, your first day of training begins" Sgt. Greyhawk instructed. YAY GUNHILD!  "YES DOMINAR!" The recruits shouted back. She nodded. "Prepare yourselves then." The recruits took a breather and then began prepping themselves to begin basic training. Seraph walked over to Harle and offered his hand. "Welcome to basic training. It's only getting harder from here but it will be worth it in the end." She coughed and accepted his hand. "Duly noted. I'm Ravenloft. Raven for short. Rave to my friends." (Holy crap Orcs hit hard!) "Welcome to the team, Raven. I'm Seraph and, ah, don't worry about your stomach. She pulled her punch." He assured her and helped her back up and then began his own warm-up session. (She..pulled her punch?!)  |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 17, 2022 4:09:22 GMT
(Oh man, oh man she's going to target me. I just know it! Okay, take deep breaths girl. You know this wouldn't be easy. Just look at her in the eyes and by The Goddess try not to cry. Whatever you do don't cry!) Private Gunhild held her breath and let out a short exhale in an attempt to calm her nerves. "Clench your cheeks real tight and grab your crotches Mecha-Boys" Private Ravenloft, a petite dark skinned young woman joked as she watches Sgt. Greyhawk berate her fellow recruits. Sgt. Greyhawk turned sharply at the direction of the comment. Her eyes centered on Private Ravenloft, who stood next to the timid redhead. The instructor just calmly marched over to Private Ravenloft, she asked the recruit softly. "Found what I'm saying to the guys amusing, Private?" "A little, Dominar." Sgt. Greyhawk smiled. "Feels empowering to see a woman in charge doesn't it?" "Leia Organa, The One and True Princess" Sgt. Greyhawk placed a hand on Private Ravenloft. "I like you, you're a regular Harlequin. Maybe when all this is over I'd invite you to my place and introduce you to my sister so you can frigg her" In an instant Private Ravenloft was met with a harsh punch to the stomach. She felt like chains was squeezing her stomach tight as she gasped for air and collapsed to the ground on one knee. "Breathe through your nose Private Harlequin!" Sgt. Greyhawk crouched down to the young recruit. "What did I tell you about equality?! It doesn't matter the gender or lack there of I will not hesitate to ram my boot up your ass if you get out of line!" She stood up and commanded, "Stand in attention Space Slug!" In an instant Private Harlequin stood up and shouted in between wheezing breaths. "Yes Dominar! "Should you survive basic training. You'd have a stomach so ironclad that even the hammer of The Mighty Thor himself wouldn't put a dent to it." (Its a miracle she didn't puke, I know I would) Private Gunhild thought to herself. "You have five minutes of warm ups to prepare yourselves mentally and physically. After that, your first day of training begins" Sgt. Greyhawk instructed. YAY GUNHILD!  "YES DOMINAR!" The recruits shouted back. She nodded. "Prepare yourselves then." The recruits took a breather and then began prepping themselves to begin basic training. Seraph walked over to Harle and offered his hand. "Welcome to basic training. It's only getting harder from here but it will be worth it in the end." She coughed and accepted his hand. "Duly noted. I'm Ravenloft. Raven for short. Rave to my friends." (Holy crap Orcs hit hard!) "Welcome to the team, Raven. I'm Seraph and, ah, don't worry about your stomach. She pulled her punch." He assured her and helped her back up and then began his own warm-up session. (She..pulled her punch?!)  Teddy Sanchez breathed a sigh of relief. The tall yet nowhere near the same level as the sarge, light brown skinned heavyset mountain of a man gave a sympathetic glance at Private Harle. Inwardly he should be thanking her. If she hadn't talked he probably would've been on the Orc Sarge's radar. He made a mental note to talk to her during mess hall. She does look kind of cute/ He glanced down at Private Shepard who is doing his own unique brand of preparation. He's crouching till his body looks like he's sitting on an invisible chair and he has his hands in a praying stance as he closes his eyes meditating. (I can do that but I don't have the balance for it) Teddy thought to himself so he does a series of warm up exercises. He noticed Seraph preparing next to him. "Sup" Private Harle looked at Private Gunhild, who looks like a timid tree ready to fall at any moment. "Hey" Private Gunhild jumped and turned to the other lady next to her. "Y-Yes" "Don't go shrinking violet before the sarge. Otherwise she'd be on you rougher than the lot of us" Private Harle advised. She studied the redhead, there's something awefully familiar about her. "Say. You by any chance related to a woman named Drusilla Gunhild by any chance?" "She's my older sister" Private Gunhild admitted |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Apr 17, 2022 5:05:12 GMT
YAY GUNHILD! "YES DOMINAR!" The recruits shouted back. She nodded. "Prepare yourselves then." The recruits took a breather and then began prepping themselves to begin basic training. Seraph walked over to Harle and offered his hand. "Welcome to basic training. It's only getting harder from here but it will be worth it in the end." She coughed and accepted his hand. "Duly noted. I'm Ravenloft. Raven for short. Rave to my friends." (Holy crap Orcs hit hard!) "Welcome to the team, Raven. I'm Seraph and, ah, don't worry about your stomach. She pulled her punch." He assured her and helped her back up and then began his own warm-up session. (She..pulled her punch?!) Teddy Sanchez breathed a sigh of relief. The tall yet nowhere near the same level as the sarge, light brown skinned heavyset mountain of a man gave a sympathetic glance at Private Harle. Inwardly he should be thanking her. If she hadn't talked he probably would've been on the Orc Sarge's radar. He made a mental note to talk to her during mess hall. She does look kind of cute/ He glanced down at Private Shepard who is doing his own unique brand of preparation. He's crouching till his body looks like he's sitting on an invisible chair and he has his hands in a praying stance as he closes his eyes meditating. (I can do that but I don't have the balance for it) Teddy thought to himself so he does a series of warm up exercises. He noticed Seraph preparing next to him. "Sup" Private Harle looked at Private Gunhild, who looks like a timid tree ready to fall at any moment. "Hey" Private Gunhild jumped and turned to the other lady next to her. "Y-Yes" "Don't go shrinking violet before the sarge. Otherwise she'd be on you rougher than the lot of us" Private Harle advised. She studied the redhead, there's something awfully familiar about her. "Say. You by any chance related to a woman named Drusilla Gunhild?" "She's my older sister" Private Gunhild admitted "Well hot damn. The Reaper herself huh? I can see the resemblance. You definitely have her fire. It's buried deep inside but I can see the spark. You just have to stick with this and you'll light that fire into a raging inferno." Harle assured her. "Heh, thanks, Raven. You stick with it too. We have a long road ahead of us but we're going to walk it together." "Fuck yeah, sis." "Sorry, just, I was a bit surprised. You're tall, man. I don't usually see people your size unless they come from a Lower Gravity Area. Are you from a Lunar Colony?" "Damn you've got a good eye. I'm from Parable Station actually Varth XOF8." Teddy replied proudly. "Damn that's a classy place. How'd you end up here?" "Same as everyone else. I wanted to protect the galaxy." Teddy summarized. "How about you? What's your story flyboy?" "I was scouted for it. I'll bore you with the details later." Teddy was perceptive enough to tell that he was hiding something from him but decided not to push it. The truth would come out eventually anyway. "Cool well I'm glad you're on the team. Having someone with piloting experience will be a huge asset to us." "I won't let you down. Any of you." OT: NIGHT! |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Jun 13, 2022 4:11:30 GMT
Chapter I "No Matter What Background, I Consider All of You Nothing More Than A Bunch of Roaches!!!"Valhalla Training Facility
"From this day forward you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your soy beta mouths will be "Dominar." Do I make myself clear." The towering female orc of amazonian beauty, dressed in a dark blue uniform, sporting a plethora of metals on the left side of her breast to indicate her status as a ranking officer. Scouting the new recruits with her ice cold gaze as they lined up to meet the drill instructor. They have no idea of the kind of training from hell they'll recieve. "Yes Dominar" The grunts all say in unison. "Frigg that I don't hear you. Sound off like you got a set!!!" "YES DOMINAR!!" They all say louder with conviction "That's better. If you grunts leave my planet, if you survive basic training, you will be born again killers. Agents of Death who'll reap the souls of your enemy. Until that day happens, you are the most pathetic group of lifeforms to ever set foot on this planet. You don't even deserve to be considered a sentient lifeform. And make no mistake. I am not your friend. You will not like me, yet the more you hate me the more you will learn. I am tough but I am fair. Regardless of where you from. I don't care what race you are, I don't care of your social status, it doesn't matter if you're a guy who likes cocks or a lady who likes to play with carpets, or someone who isn't interested in either. In here, no matter the background, I consider all of you a bunch of roaches! Do you understand that?" "Yes Dominar" "Frigg that I don't hear you" "YES DOMINAR!!" The drill instructor stands before the recruits with her hands behind her back. "Good. My name is Gunnery Sergeant Greyhawk. Welcome to your first day in Hel" She stops and stands before a PFC, who happens to be a male elf around 5'4, in height. Even with your average sized individual they're dwarfs when compared to Sgt. Greyhawk. "Well well, what is your name dirtbag?" "Domina, Private Skye Evergreen, Domina!" Private Evergreen said. Note: I think of him as the love child of Cloud and Link.  "Frigg that. I've read your file, looks like we got ourselves a farm boy in our platoon. Well Private, from now on you're Private Shepard. Do you like that name" "Yes Domina!" "Well I hate to break it to you Private Shepard. We don't have livestock that you can fool around with on your off hours at this base." Seraph Darwin Costantini stood stoically while he listened to Domina berate the others knowing it would be his turn soon. He had a well muscled and toned physique with a stoic handsome face and short dark hair he had buzzed for bootcamp training. Seraph's specialty was in high-speed vehicles and aerial combat owing to his time in the space force before he was recruited for Mechanical Suit Squadron Fleet L. While he had his eye on a certain suit, The High-Speed Class War Angel Serenity, he was very aware that the training to join The MSSGF would certainly not be easy and fully expected Domina to be as hard on him as everyone else. "And what the hell are you so relaxed about Maggot-Roach?!" Domina demanded. "Nothing Dominar! I am eagerly awaiting further orders and the beginning of our training! MA'AM!" "Are you awaiting all the pain and suffering I'm going to put you Roaches through?" "Yes Dominar!" "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" "YES DOMINAR!" "ARE YOU WILLING TO FACE AND OVERCOME DEATH SHOULD I ORDER IT?" "YES DOMINAR!" "You want me murder you?" "YES DOMINAR! "Break you down, bleed you out, shatter your mind and bring you to your knees?" "NOTHING WOULD PLEASE ME MORE, DOMINAR!" "Shatter your bones, break your brain, and expose you for the bitch you are before I build you back up into a Real Soldier?" "YES DOMINAR!" She sneered and grabbed him by his shirt. "Pffft. You're going to wish I was that gentle. This isn't the Space Fleet, Flyboy, your hotshot, trigger-happy, airshow circus bullshit isn't going to fly with us. This is the The MSSGF and for the rest of your training you Roaches are going to be my bitches." She dropped him but Seraph stuck the landing and recovered enough to remain standing. He quickly got back into position. "Got that? This isn't the Preschool Bullshit you're used to. I expect nothing less than 110% every single day from every single one of you. IS THAT CLEAR?!" "YES DOMINAR!" Just watched the Top Gun sequel and he does have that Maverick vibe I'm feeling. |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Jun 14, 2022 1:35:06 GMT
Seraph Darwin Costantini stood stoically while he listened to Domina berate the others knowing it would be his turn soon. He had a well muscled and toned physique with a stoic handsome face and short dark hair he had buzzed for bootcamp training. Seraph's specialty was in high-speed vehicles and aerial combat owing to his time in the space force before he was recruited for Mechanical Suit Squadron Fleet L. While he had his eye on a certain suit, The High-Speed Class War Angel Serenity, he was very aware that the training to join The MSSGF would certainly not be easy and fully expected Domina to be as hard on him as everyone else. "And what the hell are you so relaxed about Maggot-Roach?!" Domina demanded. "Nothing Dominar! I am eagerly awaiting further orders and the beginning of our training! MA'AM!" "Are you awaiting all the pain and suffering I'm going to put you Roaches through?" "Yes Dominar!" "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" "YES DOMINAR!" "ARE YOU WILLING TO FACE AND OVERCOME DEATH SHOULD I ORDER IT?" "YES DOMINAR!" "You want me murder you?" "YES DOMINAR! "Break you down, bleed you out, shatter your mind and bring you to your knees?" "NOTHING WOULD PLEASE ME MORE, DOMINAR!" "Shatter your bones, break your brain, and expose you for the bitch you are before I build you back up into a Real Soldier?" "YES DOMINAR!" She sneered and grabbed him by his shirt. "Pffft. You're going to wish I was that gentle. This isn't the Space Fleet, Flyboy, your hotshot, trigger-happy, airshow circus bullshit isn't going to fly with us. This is the The MSSGF and for the rest of your training you Roaches are going to be my bitches." She dropped him but Seraph stuck the landing and recovered enough to remain standing. He quickly got back into position. "Got that? This isn't the Preschool Bullshit you're used to. I expect nothing less than 110% every single day from every single one of you. IS THAT CLEAR?!" "YES DOMINAR!" Just watched the Top Gun sequel and he does have that Maverick vibe I'm feeling. The Ultimate Wingman! |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Jun 14, 2022 4:13:32 GMT
Raven ruffles Shepard's hair, "That would make you Goose" "No chance in Hel!!" Shepard said, straightening his hair.  Gunhild: "What would that make you?" Raven: "Me? Oh that's easy. I'm Iceman. I can be an ass at times but I'm your Wingman when the chips are down" |
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