Board Thread:Non Canon Roleplaying/@comment-27217546-20161230005924

The 9th Militia fleet was on its way to the planet of Typhon, to scout out an IMC research base on the surface, it was a simple mission.

Johnston makes his way into the R&R and begins to walk over to the snooker table which was centered in the middle of the room, the room was full of fellow riflemen like himself, he wasnt a pilot, he was far from it and so was the rest of the people here, like him they where all there to basically there to do keep the IMC busy and let the Pilots do all the work, he picks up one of the sticks of the snooker table and waits for others to join in 