by Brnin8r » Sun Jul 17, 2011 8:02 am
The doctor nodded, "Only during your recovery. Once that's done, we simply give you a pill that maintains your hormone levels rather than alters them so your testosterone won't attempt to balance itself out." she said as she led Jaina to the room, "Now we'll have you lay down on the table and get you started." she ushered with her hand to the table. There was a goodly amount of technological equipment, IVs, Respirators, Anesthetic dispensers, the whole shebang.
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Calon nodded, "I can only hope so. We're falling back faster and faster with each siege. Your transport is ready at any time to take you back to your garage. If you'd like to go to the junkyard yourself it's always open. If not, we can have one of our engineers gather these parts and take it to you." the general looked weary as he sighed, "However, as much as talking to you about the future interests me, I must attend to the boys. Morale's in desperate need of raising around here with little to do about it." he said as if he were opening up to a peer instead of a subordinate. Without another word he turned on his feet and left. Wendel looked to Calon and then back to Isaac, They are losing was all he clicked.
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There were only a few girls in the communications room, establishing connections with the sattelite units around the city via walkie-talkies. As Damian entered, one instantly turned on him, "Are you here to help?" was all she asked. The girl was dressed in a conservative uniform, much less revealing than some of the other older girls, though her body may suggest why. Despite her age, she was much less developed in the bosom area, though her hips were of normal proportions, giving her an attractive pear-shaped frame. Her hair was a brown, curly style that was frayed slightly from her working on the communications. Her bright eyes practically pierced through into Damian's soul. He got the feeling she didn't suspect a thing but he knew suddenly to be careful.
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Tom was the first to speak, "2nd in command of the frontline units. Been fighting on the fronts for the last six months and managed to survive long enought to go up to that rank. Chris here's a unit captain, just promoted." his last sentence was tinged with regret. Chris, however smiled weakly; Sean would have noticed that he was taking this slightly better than everyone else...either that or he's just been quiet the whole time out here. Barry slowed down until he was behind the group, watching the rear, "I'm just a cadet...been one for the whole war." the fact itself rang an awkward bell in Sean's mind...no one he'd known had remained a cadet for so long without being converted or promoted.
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Walt's torturer only laughed, "I think you're about to become the most disappointed boy soldier I've yet to see. They'll never send a team for you. If they do, it won't ever get to you. As for your hair, I'm sure after your laser treatment over the next couple of months the only hair you'll be growing are your eyelashes, eyebrows, and your long. luscious. hair." she punctuated each word with an unnatural mirth as she reached for a long strap designed to hold the boy's head steady. Her lithe frame concealed her actual strength as she easily shoved Walt's chair to the back of the wall where hooks designed for that very strap were. "Now let's do something about that blank canvas you call a face...maybe when you see the girl you're about to be you'll think about telling me about this project." she said as she fastened the boy's head tightly behind the strap.
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As Julie and Alex loitered about in the room, Julie getting her stuff ready and Alex...sitting knowing he wouldn't survive two seconds outside, there was a knock at the door. It was Alyse! She didn't bother to wait for permission to enter and pushed her way. The first thing Alex would notice was that she hadn't exchanged her uniform yet...in fact...it looked like she had geared up a little more! She had on her side a pistol with a couple clips of Femme X darts, a rifle across her back, a gas grenade, and a baton that looked like a wooden sword. "Hey gals, what's rocking?" she asked casually, looking to Alex for a respons more than Julie, who was obviously busy.
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