Re: What Is Your Favorite Light Saber Color?
logan: everyone get into an ATTPU and bombard the ground within a 500 yard radius!

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logan: everyone get into an ATTPU and bombard the ground within a 500 yard radius!
(sreeching)
(a high pitched frequency goes through the com)
Soldiers: (yelling)
(pull their com pieces out)
logan: s**t! (yanks his com-link out)
(creature clicking)
logan: (gets on an ATTPU)
(begins to charge weapons) come to me maxwell; come to me...
(humming)
Kharr: (backs up)
Holy s**t.
(a large four legged, sand colored creature stands behind the ATTPU Logan is in)
(creature humming)
logan: whoa! (fires his rear turrents)
(the creature roars and then seems to dive into the sand, disappearing)
Riyad: What I tell you?!
Starr: What the hell was that?!
logan: whoa motherf-!
Savo: Big, bad, and pissed off.
Kharr: Just a suggestion, perhaps we should move out.
logan: get to the goddamn ATTPU's!
i think a purple and a blue combination is awesome.
Red and Silver... Red and Silver...
(they load up on the ATTPUs)
Starr: Let's move out people!
Riyad: You heard the lady! Move, move, move!
(somewhere near)
(George is with his Nano squad and Mat)
Matt: Milord? I hear shooting and explosions.
George: Me too... Let's check it out...
(the'y went towards the shooting)
(more gunships arrive)
(three men jump out with five hundred more behind them)
(AT-PE's (All-Terrain Personnel Enforcers) are dispatched)
Kharr: Hold up! I've got life signs on radar!
Starr: Look sharp people!
man: troy wanted some re-assurance that you wouldn't die, so he brought us in.
logan: locke, link, and dak? with five hundred soldiers and ATTPE's? let's get to it.
(George and his men are approaching the field of battle)
Matt: I have a bad feeling about this.
George: Silence...
(they continue on)
Starr: Look sharp, people, more coming in!
(soldiers aim their weapons towards George and his men's location)
Savo: Friendlies?
(aims)
Kharr: (aims) Shoot first, ask questions later.