I was bored and thought I'd try writing again. (I haven't done any writing in a long time.)
So here's just a brief preview of what I will start and probably never finish
Let me know what you think.
Captain Tyrus Morgan stood infront of his company, everyone at the position of attention. An outfit of four platoons, One-
hundred-fifty-seven men and women total (including himself.) The crimsom red of their armor contrasted with the black and grey brightly. With the Terran Republic's control for hundreds of years there was no need for camouflaged armor as with only minor opposition, Reinforced Exosuit armor was all that was needed to ensure survival of soldiers when they cleared buildings of those who would defy the Republic. The Cycler Mk.2 the TR's main assualt rfile was equiped by all in the formation and at their side.
All was still and silent until the Captain bellowed his order. "Company Dismissed!"
"Morgan's Marauders!
Issued blacks and greys
Painted red in war!"
His soldiers gave out a loud roar before taking a step back and moving into the barracks behind them.
2011-10-19, 08:31 PM
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