Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10976653-20170629210324/@comment-27217546-20170630171155

The familier sound of Gunfire was heard in the distance, the battle for this planet had been going on for weeks and every day local chat forces where getting forced back by the terrorists known as the NGR. The NGR pretended they where more Moral then the chat, and yet they send Suicide bombers to chat Barracks, use Civilian populations as human shields and set up bases in city landmarks so when the chat attack and destroyed them, they would use it as propagander for there cause.

SGT Eldridge was sitting at an empty run down bar, the Civilian who used to run it had probably been evacuated like the rest of the Civilians on that chat side, he looked behind the counter there was still stuff left, he grabbed a bottle of some unamed alcohol and poured himself a glass, the last mission he was on his squad was completely wiped out so he would probably get replacments any time soon, he turned his chair round to look at the door to the bar, there was the sound of a dropship overhead, hopefully the replacments knew where to find him