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War
The year is 2760. The war between humans and the hybrids they created has been going for over a century, and has left countless dead on both sides. Falling on their hubris, the humans created more hybrids to fight for them. You are one of these new hybrids.

Rules:
1. Romance is allowed.
2. You start in a training lab.
3. There will be a turn order.
4. What I say goes. You can make your case to me, but no arguing with me.
5. Keep it clean in the forums. If your character does swear, use the following terms:
Selura: a female dog.
Eurat: F bomb.
Idr: sh*t.
Feel free to come up with creative ways to swear without using the words.
6. Put 2654 in the Other section.
7. More rules may come if need be.

Turn order:
1. Baseunclesam | Solroc | Weasel | Weaponsmaster | A-37-25
2. Dragonsrcool54 | Bilis | Cheetah | Assassin | D-15-35
3. Sorawolf9 | Luca | Feline Shifter | Assassin | A-50-2
4. Moonia | Halite | Fox/Dragon | Mage | M-54-103
5. TBD
6. TBD

2/6 SLOTS REMAINING

Ping List:
Baseunclesam, Dragonsrcool54, Sorawolf9, Moonia

(You will all be filing into the training area at the start. Solroc will be there already, waiting for you.)
Solroc | Do not speak out of turn | Waiting
Solroc growled. He hated waiting. Of course, this may be better than trying to teach a bunch of green cadets how to clamber into powered armor. Even for him it was hard sometimes. He checked the time with his suit's computer, and sighed. Five minutes to go...

Solroc's digitally enhanced hearing picked up on footsteps just beyond the door. He stood in the middle of the room, and activated the stealth equipment of his armor, cloaking him entirely. He was invisible.

(Each of you, along with the rest of the cadet platoon, will line up along the wall, having had your instructions explained in detail. Along the wall is a wall of lockers, each loaded with a set of powered armor or weapons. Each locker is labeled with a Subject ID. You will all be standing before your locker.)

Blils walked in and looked around, nervous. He didnt see anyone in then room, so he shrugged and walked over to his locker and stood in front of it, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

(Forgot to mention. Bilis has ADHD, so during a conversation it may not look like hes paying attention, but he is. Hes also more inpatient than Solroc. Like, hell be bored after 10 seconds of doing nothing.)

Forgot to ping

(We'll have to skip the others for now. They haven't posted in days.)
Solroc
"I need you all to gear up."
(This is Bilis' armor and weapon.)

(gotcha. also, fancy.)

Bilis quickly threw it all on.

it was super heavy.

(Half a metric ton, to be precise.)
Then the servos came online, and it supported itself.
Solroc
"Grab your weapon."

Bilis quickly did so.

(DANG)

(Well, this is Solroc's:

It's 3/4 of a metric ton.)
Solroc
"15-35! step forward. You get to be part of the demonstration."

(DANG.)

Bilis quickly stepped forward.