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Plague 2012Day One
The morning light crept into the bedroom, shining in on Marcus' face, causing him to groan. His alarm clock went off, making it's annoying noise, making Marcus sigh, getting up. He sat in the bed, rubbing his eyes as he woke up. He got up, turning off the alarm. He knew his roommate could hear it, and he didn't want to wake him up. He then dropped, started his morning push-ups. The six years in the military didn't wear off of him that easily. He counted up to fifty, then rolled over to do his sit-ups. His run could wait until Monday, it was the weekend and he had to do inventory and cleaning of his weapons. He finished his sit-ups and walked to his bathroom. He turned on the radio, changing to a classic rock station. He turned on the water and started to take a shower.
After a fifteen-minute shower, he got out and got dress, putting on a pair of blue jeans and a sleeveless undershirt, then putting t-shirt. He turned off the radio and walked out into the living room. He turned o
Venku stood on top of a hill, looking down at troopers matching up it in a double line formation with full battle gear on, all carrying semi-automatic rifles marksman carbines. Seven weeks ago when he had first started training the troopers, they had almost no standardized weapon. Most carried a semi-automatic 'Service Rifles'; they called them, while other carried bolt action rifles and single shotguns. A few had went out and bought hunting shotguns and large caliber bolt action rifles. One even bought an anti-material rifle, which Venku laughed at because the rifle was bigger than the man. Their training was almost non-existent, and moral was at an all time low.
Now, his troopers were some the best that was in the area. Even the NCR Rangers were impressed how Venku and Dinui wiped the troopers in shape. Major Knight was very pleased with them. Venku wasn't, though, they could always be better, and they didn't stand to Mandalorian standards yet. Clone trooper, but not the Supercommand
Dinui walked into the headquarters, slinging her rifle over her shoulder. She walked up to the front desk, taking her helmet off. She looked around for someone, waving down a NCR trooper, who looked at her strangely before walking over to her. "How can I help you, ma'am?" He asked, looking at her.
Dinui wore her red hair short, most of it in a bun. Her green eyes looking at the young man, barely out of his teens, looking back at her, staring at her. "I am looking for a Major Knight. Sergeant Foley told my captain and I to check in with him. The captain is cleaning up his armor from the fire fight we helped your men out." Dinui said, resting her hands on the counter.
"You're the one's Foley was talking about. Alright." The trooper said, he pulled out bag from under the counter full of what sounded like to Dinui scrap metal. "Two hundred caps as payment. Our standard reward for aiding the troopers in the area. And Major Knight will be back tomorrow, so com back then."
Dinui opened the ba
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