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ALL POSTSEmperor's Will be Done
<p>You shoot. You kill. You die. You get back up and repeat. Such is the life of an Auxilia in service of the glorious God Emperor of the Rin Imperium. You and your cohort are fresh out of training and have been assigned to a rifle section, the most expendable unit in the Cohort. Your life expectancy is counted in hours once you hit the front lines and in minutes if your have to go beyond the wire and assualt enemy positions.
</p><p>You're jarred from your thoughts as the sound of an engine fills the air. A Sergeant's yells fill the air and your section is loaded into a transport. The ride goes by in a blur of banter with your section as you ride to the front.
</p><p>(Fill out the templates then just talk with your unit members until we have a decent amount of people to continue. If you join late I'll have you join at a specific point as a replacement.)
</p><p>Name:
</p><p>Race: (Rin, Human, Brevi, Vicar)
</p><p>Personality:
</p><p>Occupation before enlistment:
</p><p>Reason behind enlistment:
</p><p>Anything else:
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"Maybe."
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<p>Oh shit, I didn't know this started. I may join at the next opportunity
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<p>Tanus pulls out his rifle and gets ready, but doesn't move forward.
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<p>The whistle blows and the other squads begin sprinting into the fog. The sergeant grunts, "Get a move on damn it."
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<p>I6 literally jumps out of the trench a;ready taking two hits which deplete his shields immeadiately
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The sergeant tackles I6 and screams for him to stay in formation.
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<p>(I cri everytime)
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<p>Ta su glares and moves almost silently forward, waiting to fire, and keeping behind cover.
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The section moves from cover to cover crossing no man's land. The enemy positions still cannot be seen through the fog.
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Tanks clutches the rifle close waiting for the right moment.
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