Aracnid Home World

[Mr. Kaar]

Suited in the military uniform that most of the other generic soldiers where wearing except for the blue stripe on both hsi shoulder armor meant to slow the entry of the puncturing power of the Aracnid alien species. Sat a mid-20's looking young man with a rifle pointing down across his chest, he wasn't wearing the healmet because he felt it got in his way instead of helped it. On his waist was a few clips for reloads and along his right shin was his combat knife.

He sat in the second from the closest seat to the exit ramp to the drop ship, on the other side was another soldier with a blue stripe on the shoulder protectors of the uniform. Sing of a roughneck. For killing so many bugs you get to put the blue stripe on the pads and they call you a Roughneck. 5 minutes till we hit the LZ, and it would be WAR.

[Stu Pott]

((Starship Troopers? Fucking awesome))

The man cradled his baby, an automatic beast of a rifle, the newest version of the American SAW, all his to control.

Awww yeahhhh.

He was a roughneck as well, and had seen a few battles; something most people couldn't say. He was tall, taller than most, over 6'10'', and he weighed in at an alarming 310 lbs. Of course, he was also Samoan, pacific islander, and he used to be the center for a football club.

He hefted the weapon and checked all the instruments. Gui was ready to rock and roll. He had racked up 10 confirmed, but with the way his instrument worked, he had a hand in over a few dozen more, his bullets meant to shred and disable, since the bug's did not try to save their hurt, he was mainly either a knocker down, or a moper up, depending on the zone.

He took a last puff of his cigar, and snubbed it out.