Quietly, Ashley set down the pistol, and shuffled behind all the other children. When they reached the barracks, Ashley sat away from all of the other cadets. He pulled out a notepad and a pencil, and began drawing amorphous creatures.
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We got it when we hit the targets the first time around
Ashley stared at the near perfect accuracy of the loud mouthed girl, then turned back to his target. Nervous, he aimed and fired.
Breathing heavily, Ashley looked at the two shots clipping the head of the target.
'... Finally, someone made her be quiet...'
Unused to the recoil of the pistol, Ashley's first shot ricochet's off of the stand for the target, and his next shot misses nearly as badly. Pausing for a moment, he lined up the sights, and managed to hit the target. Mood uplifting, he slowly but surely began hitting the target, one shot driving straight through the bulls-eye.
Ashley, having stayed in the back of the group, was one of the last to jump. 'But... if we fail the test, then we'll just die. So, that means that you only have to live to make it into the program...?' Ashley thought as he shuffled up to the door. '... That's harsh...' were his last coherent thoughts before the Spartan pushed him out into the screaming sky.
"... you're too loud..."
"... all right..."
... Ready...
particular, we need a medic ::is shamed::
My character... is not a people person. An introvert, if you will. He can't fail in surgery, unless he doesn't have a kit. Even then, he'll have to roll a four or below. Also, he hears and sees you. No arguing. He's fairly decent in other things that he does. Oh, and he can fly spaceships, the Pelican, in particular. Combat... eh.
This is what I have so far. |