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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 7:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:40 am
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((starts playing the epic spy music in the background))
Jumpy leaned back, relaxing. He had gotten probably the easiest job in the squad, which pretty much was done for him by the UNSC and ONI. He did, however, request on-the-fly reports from fleetwide reports of Covenant movement, which, unfortunitly for him, required an AI to help him 24/7. He hated it, because the AI had gotten quite annoying, but it was more helpful than he could say. "So, we've gotten another sighting on there ever-illusive vessal, Traceless Malice?" He asked the AI, who's holographic image was sitting by him in it's rocking chair. Why the AI chose a hillbilly that wasn't even famous, he'd never know. "Yea, we got 'nother one, and it's close to th' same place as th' last time. 's lookin' 'fer sommit, guarentee ya." the AI said in it's, what would be known on Earth as a Southern accent from North America. Jumpy sighed, wishing he had his own AI like the Spartan II's got.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:45 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 7:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 11:37 pm
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Jumpy shrugged. "Looking... For what? I thought they were through looking for Forerunner stuff, why would they be looking?" He put his helmet on and started letting his HUD roll the numbers, and correctly get the answer. He blinked, sending them off to somewhere he could look at them later in the datastream. "Yer a funny'n, Jumpy. From what I can reckon on yer profile, You've saved a few lives, and yet you've landed upsidown a good fity-s'ven times in a Drop Pod. Why's that?" He couldn't answer the AI. he really didn't want to. He really had dropped, and somewhere along the flight, his pod flips over and he's upsidown. He eventually considered just strapping in upsidown, but decided against it, and signed up for Spartan-III's. He shook his head. "I don't know." He then contacted Sen again. "Sir, I was wondering if I could... hopefully... Have an assignment that didn't involve reading reports and sitting in an intel room with my helmets camera on twenty-four-seven." He was truely asking, but he was also quite clearly getting the point across, this job sucked alot worse than landing upsidown.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 3:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 4:31 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 4:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 6:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 2:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 6:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 4:40 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 3:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 4:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 8:29 pm
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