First RA article for me! But I have permision.....so toi kinda have to consult Twan first.... ENJOY!
Alaska.
Lyla supervised the RA sniper training. She pointed out mistakes and corrected them, hard. She watched each soldier carefully.
"Get down there! Dont cheat yourself soldiers!" Lyla shouted, as they where doing warm-up push-ups. Lyla clapped once, indicating warm up was over. They stood up.
"Snipers hot!" Lyla barked. Then all of the soldiers-to-be took their pistolets off safe.
"On the ground!" Lyla barked. They dropped to the ground. Lyla gave a signal and they positioned their snipers.
"Fire!" Lyla signaled. The aimed and hit moving targets. Lyla nodded in amusement.
"Up! Now!" She barked. They stood up. Lyla walked down an aisle of the soldiers-to-be, she corrected loose stance, corrected loose sniper's and ammunition, she barked plus orders, for hours and hours. After hours of training, they were allowed to go to the bunkers. She stayed in a bunker, since she was away from home, she had to. Twan and Joey were back in gotham preparing other soldiers-to-be.
She lay there, unable to sleep. She told herself it was all the coffee, but she didnt belive it. She was anxtious. She tossed and turned. She jumped out of lit and grabbed her sniper. She walked out of the bunkers, and relived a RA soldier from duty and took his place. She stood guard of the relatively small base. She didnt get tired, she some how, just, stayed awake the whole time. Morning approached, she still stood gaurd, taking plus shifts. She spoke into her earpeice as she heard something,
"Prepare for enemy forces." She a dit quietly readying and dropping to the snow covered ground. She readied her sniper and looked through the scope. Her eyes widened.
"Operation. Snow." She a dit into her earpeice.
Yeah, a little short, so yeah.....exciting aint it?
Alaska.
Lyla supervised the RA sniper training. She pointed out mistakes and corrected them, hard. She watched each soldier carefully.
"Get down there! Dont cheat yourself soldiers!" Lyla shouted, as they where doing warm-up push-ups. Lyla clapped once, indicating warm up was over. They stood up.
"Snipers hot!" Lyla barked. Then all of the soldiers-to-be took their pistolets off safe.
"On the ground!" Lyla barked. They dropped to the ground. Lyla gave a signal and they positioned their snipers.
"Fire!" Lyla signaled. The aimed and hit moving targets. Lyla nodded in amusement.
"Up! Now!" She barked. They stood up. Lyla walked down an aisle of the soldiers-to-be, she corrected loose stance, corrected loose sniper's and ammunition, she barked plus orders, for hours and hours. After hours of training, they were allowed to go to the bunkers. She stayed in a bunker, since she was away from home, she had to. Twan and Joey were back in gotham preparing other soldiers-to-be.
She lay there, unable to sleep. She told herself it was all the coffee, but she didnt belive it. She was anxtious. She tossed and turned. She jumped out of lit and grabbed her sniper. She walked out of the bunkers, and relived a RA soldier from duty and took his place. She stood guard of the relatively small base. She didnt get tired, she some how, just, stayed awake the whole time. Morning approached, she still stood gaurd, taking plus shifts. She spoke into her earpeice as she heard something,
"Prepare for enemy forces." She a dit quietly readying and dropping to the snow covered ground. She readied her sniper and looked through the scope. Her eyes widened.
"Operation. Snow." She a dit into her earpeice.
Yeah, a little short, so yeah.....exciting aint it?
Nickname: Lance
Occupation: Knight
Ethnicity: Romanian
Race: Vampire
Story: Lance was born into an aristocratic family. He was raised in the royal court and befriended the young prince he was charged to protect. When tragedy struck, he brought the prince to safety. He took care of him for years until the prince grew into a man. He is now among those loyal to him and is a trusted friend.
Facts: Lance is par nature very bookish. He prefers words to fists even though he is trained in several different form of self defense and sword play. He is very close to his old charge now friend. He often finds himself caring for him when no one else will. The two share a close bond and he’d give his life for his friend.