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Miloj Miloj's rifle whipped to it's firing position as soon as he saw a blur of movement. "Are you for shitting me," he grumbled over his breath as he quickly assessed the situation caused by snake dogs who were flipping the fuck out, both Lefty and his helmet's HUD feeding information to him...

Miloj At the mentioning of Snake Dogs, Miloj silently slid on his helmet and flicked off the safety on his rifle.He wasn't fucking with any Snake Dogs. Eyes flicking over some of the general information on his helmet's HUD, he glanced up at Eppie's outburst. {This should be fun,} he mumbled to...

Miloj {Shit,} Miloj swore as Lefty shut down without warning, suddenly leaving him half blind. The swearing continued as his armor shut down, making it feel as if he was moving through water, the armored plates and servos just that much dead weight. {Fuck,} he grumbled in Russian as he took the...

Miloj I can’t believe it’s not NASA! Miloj slowly walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts. Eyes still almost completely closed, he walked over to the coffee machine and started pouring himself a mug of coffee. "Robot boy's screaming could wake the dead," he...

Miloj "Well shit," Miloj mumbled as the bugs swarmed him, popping many of them with quick shots from his rifle. One made it through his barrage, only for it to find itself punted across the room. Miloj simply swore repeatedly in Russian as Kevin was carried off, the mass of weird bug things...

Miloj "Is no problem, Robot Boy," Miloj said in reply to Kevin's thanks. His helmet slid over his head with a hiss and Miloj dropped his carbine from his shoulder and held it at the ready when they entered the airlock. "I'll take the point," he said simply as he stepped in front of Kevin...

Miloj Miloj nodded his head towards Kevin, shifting the weight of his body armor, and resting his rifle on his shoulder. "Let's go, Kevin. I wish to do the squishing of bugs," he said with a grin.

MILOJ The crowd roared over the booking sound of the music as Miloj blocked his opponent's bandage wrapped fist with his forearms. Blocking another punch and then a round house kick, he grinned to himself. This fight was too easy. Throwing out a quick jab of his own, Miloj hit his opponent in...

Miloj {FUCK!} Miloj roared, as the alien leaped onto him. Before the creature could use it's glowing fangs, Miloj dropped his carbine, grabbed the creature by the head with both hands, and threw it off of him. {BITCH!} He roared again, as he stomped his armored boot down on the creature's head...

Miloj Pressing the stock of his carbine firmly against his armored shoulder, Miloj's masked face scanned the area slowly. "I agree with Cathal. Is not the episode of the Scooby Doos. This is dangerous mission," he said, his voice slightly altered by his helmet, carbine sweeping the room.

Miloj "The alcohol is protective measure. Maybe will not be eaten if taste like booze. Or maybe taste really good and get eaten. Fifty fifty shot. Good enough for me," Miloj replied to Mako. "But, is also liquid courage!" He said, thumping a fist to his chest. "Also may be addicted and go to...

Miloj Checking his carbine and pistol for what was probably the tenth time, Miloj grumbled under his breath. "Those are face ripping teeth. Do not like face ripping teeth," not talking to anyone particular in the shuttle, Miloj continued to grumble to himself and checked his firearms again. "On...

Miloj {Shit,} Miloj swore under his breath in Russian, quickly bringing his carbine up as the bullets started flying, the muzzle roaring it's own angry replies. They were in a hallway, devoid of cover. Which meant that Miloj had to rely on mental prayers and the dome guards' inaccurate fire to...

Miloj "Play with bees? That seems not sa-" Miloj paused. "Ah, you wish me to join in grabbing bugs?" He shrugged. "I will come."

Miloj "The bees? I am not allergic. According to Federation medical screening, I have no allergy," Miloj replied with a shrug, casually looking Red Hand Man up and down, cybernetic eye offering quiet clicks. Folding his arms over his chest, Miloj continued. "What is name, Red Hand Man? Believe...

Miloj Miloj raised an eyebrow as a man with red prosthetic hands motioned for Miloj to give him what he could only assume to be his flask. Reaching into his coat, Miloj grabbed the flask and tossed it to red hand man. He then reached back in, pulled out a second flask, took a swig, and put it...

Miloj At the question from the man named FInn on whether or not he spoke spanish, Miloj smiled kind of sheepishly as he followed further into the airlock. "Ah, no, I do not speak in Spanish. Not much Spanish where I from. Only English and Russian." Miloj shrugged. "Can learn Spanish if...

Miloj Miloj had almost no idea what was going on. Everything had happened so fast. A couple of minutes ago, he was asked if he was allergic to bees and, upon answering in the negative, was given a quick briefing and shoved into a shuttle and was on his way to the Beyonce Garden Dome. He was...

Caedron Varnus Deep in The Boreas, Caedron watched his prey from the underbrush. There were five vehicles driving down hidden dirt roads, carrying twenty rebels. "Put yer hands behind yer fuckin' head!" Caedron glanced backwards as he felt cold metal press against the back of his head. Make...

Caedron Varnus Returning to his home, Caedron prepared himself for his travel to The Boreas. This was a kill mission, not a formal event, so he would not be needing suits, never mind how horrible a choice of clothing a suit would be for the tropics of The Boreas. Instead, he opted for a simple...