There are approximately 10 million men and women fighting between the loyal tyrants of the Terran Republic, corporate insurgents of the New Conglomerate, and brainwashed zealots of the Vanu Sovereignty on the planet of Auraxis. These are their stori...
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Bio Name: Jonas Rodriguez Faction: Terran Republic Class: Light Assault Rank: Private First Class Tag: LA07B414332D1
Briefing Location: Hossin Time: 1937 hours Base: Ixtab Amp Station Attacking Unit: "Jackal" Company14332D1 Accompanying Units: Jackal Sunderer Transport, Airborne Support Platoon "Hell Jumpers", Base Patrol Security and Back-capture Prevention Squadron Opponent: New Conglomerate
"Get your head out of your ass maggot! Get in the Sunderer now, before I publicly execute your sorry ass!" my squadron leader screams over the extremely loud rattling of gunfire and artillery explosions. This swamp continent is dark, damp, and full of luminous plant-life.
"Sorry, 1st Sergeant! Yes, 1st Sergeant!" I yelp, sprinting alongside him. It's best not to piss him off. We both hop into the moving armored truck, shut the doors, and take our seats alongside our comrades.
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"Good cap you bastards! We'll continue our wrath towards the Amp Station, and from there, it's back to the Capital. PM will take over after sunset. One last fight for these blue apes. Can you sorry sacks of meat handle this last fight?!" Squadron Leader yells.
"Yes, 1st Sergeant," we all say.
"What in the name of this bold Republic was that?! The boy scout choir?! Put some respect on my name before I send your asses back into you mothers' wombs sideways you spineless dead weight troglodytes, now I asked if you were ready for this last damn battle, maggots, not if you wanted to take a crumpet and tea break you wanna be bougie fucks, now are you ready to kill scum?!"
"YES, 1st SERGEANT!" we bellow with our chests.
"Good. Now shut up and let me make this call to command before I up your federal income taxes by 1000%," he snarls. Squadron Leader Mikah Gregor has always been like this ever since I was assigned to his squadron. I think he's actually bipolar. I'd rather not ask.
