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       #Post#: 1110--------------------------------------------------
       Delta Black [Action]
   DIR By: Old Man Sanders
       Date: April 12, 2016, 3:27 am
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       *The chimera trundles across the now blackened grassy plane. The
       motley crew that is Delta Black sits in the back, guns in lap.
       Sylvarnold, Tim and Caedis, as well as anther man are seated in
       there. The man leans over*
       "I'm Jebediah Black. As far as command goes, I'm leading this
       team. Don't let that put you off though."
       #Post#: 1130--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Delta Black [Action]
   DIR By: Apothecary Meros
       Date: April 12, 2016, 10:38 am
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       Sylvarnold gives a smirk from beneath his red hood, running a
       cloth along the shaft of his power axe. "No worries." He replies
       in a low tone.
       #Post#: 1909--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Delta Black [Action]
   DIR By: Segovax
       Date: April 22, 2016, 4:48 am
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       Caedis sat at the far corner of the transport with his semi
       assembled rifle in his lap, muttering to himself as he
       obsessively but precissley check and rechecked the basic looking
       bolt action rifle. His old looking rifle having only one point
       of ornamentation in the form of a polished, brass Aquila that
       held his rifles strap to the front of the grip. He ran a Aquila
       tattooed hand over his messy scalp with its patches of hair and
       scar tissue. He looks up and across into the distance as he
       seemed to space out with his rough features. His lower jaw an
       augmetic that clicked and whined when he opened and closed it,
       his right eye was a black glass eye replacement that had a dull
       red glow in the shape of a skull and wings. His other eye had a
       look of tension and insanity as he darted his head to his rifle
       and spoke to it.
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