Aequatio
24-08-2006, 01:55
The moisture hung in the air that morning as the city police began to block streets in Magna Casa for the day's coming events. Peter Foss walked down the street from the train station towards his office, as he did everyday, and took notice of the number of soldiers clad in their digitized woodland disruptive camouflaged jackets and fatigues. The new G65 rifle hung from many of their shoulders while the veteran soldiers could be noticed from the upgraded G4A1 and G6A1 models in their hands and slung over their backs. Large masses were covered with olive drag sheets soaked with water droplets provided by the morning dew, they could not be seen clearly, but at the bottom of where the sheets met with the pavement, armoured tracks with rubber pads and large heavy-duty tires could be seen.
Foss continued on to one of the local newspaper shops and saw it was filled with soldiers purchasing coffee or many of the snack items produced by the Delicious Vendables™ company that was widespread through the Republic, he picked up a copy of the Republic Times and a donut as brought them to the cash register, past a team of soldiers as they conversed. Many of them could not have been any older than his own son as he paid for his items and continued on his way, it disturbed him knowing that in a few years, his son would be among them with the mandatory service terms in the nation's constitution. Foss shook his head as he began eating the pastry and walked past a rather large truck with a menacing-looking machinegun mounted on a turret loaded with bullets that looked much too large to be necessary. Oh well, it's their job to protect us, He thought as he stepped through the door into his building's lobby and made hs way towards the elevators.
OOC: More coming, just too tired to continue writing right now.
Foss continued on to one of the local newspaper shops and saw it was filled with soldiers purchasing coffee or many of the snack items produced by the Delicious Vendables™ company that was widespread through the Republic, he picked up a copy of the Republic Times and a donut as brought them to the cash register, past a team of soldiers as they conversed. Many of them could not have been any older than his own son as he paid for his items and continued on his way, it disturbed him knowing that in a few years, his son would be among them with the mandatory service terms in the nation's constitution. Foss shook his head as he began eating the pastry and walked past a rather large truck with a menacing-looking machinegun mounted on a turret loaded with bullets that looked much too large to be necessary. Oh well, it's their job to protect us, He thought as he stepped through the door into his building's lobby and made hs way towards the elevators.
OOC: More coming, just too tired to continue writing right now.