by InfernalAngel » Mon Sep 24, 2012 2:42 am
Ever the millitary man, the seargeant had brought his rifle with him, and was holding it in one hand, the first aid kit clasped in the other before tossing it to Jurgen.
"My, that thing looked friendly.", spoke up Hutcherson, his voice very robotic, coming through his helmets mic. "But I'm Seargeant Andrew Hutcheron, U.S. Special forces, And this is Corpral Jurgen Ilshstein." , finishing with a nod to the big man in the suit next to him.
"Excuse me sir's and ma'am, but are any of you injured? Cuts and such are a top priority, seeing as this place may harbor some unkown diseases.", asked the corpral in a thick german accent, before the visor on his helmet snapped up. "And may I ask your names and for your respective employers?"
"Auferre, trucidare, rapere, falsis nominibus imperium; atque, ubi solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant."
"They plunder, they slaughter, and they steal: this they falsely name Empire, and where they make a wasteland, they call it peace."