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U.N. Data Acquisition
A Data Angel soldier was heading back to his rover after a quick errand over to his unit's provisional command post. Suddenly, he became aware of a female soldier who came running down the trail towards him. She was a Peacekeeper, probably from the Assault Rover unit stationed just east of here, but what the...?! He looked up, and he wondered... What the hell is she doing?? She wasn't wearing any protective gear! She wore a thin kakhi shirt on her torso, and on her head - instead of a helmet - was the traditional blue beret. The war isn't officially over yet, he thought. She must be pretty darn confident.-Or maybe she's just trying to make it look that way. He wasn't sure, but if the latter was true, she was pretty much successful...
She was beautiful! She looked so young and full of life, and well-trained without looking bulky or stocky. She had muscle, but she still looked relatively light and delicate, and she moved like something out of a dream...
As she closed, he noticed that the tags and markings on her shirt identified her as a corporal of the U.N. Special Forces. Her unit, as he had guessed, was the 6th Assault Rovers, and the name tag on her left breast said "Johnson".
She ran straight up to him and without warning proceeded to lay her arms around him and give him a big hug before kissing him lightly on the cheek. Then, without a word, she pulled away from him, winked happily and started running back the way she had come, smiling...
[This message has been edited by Guardian (edited May 12, 2001).]
A Data Angel soldier was heading back to his rover after a quick errand over to his unit's provisional command post. Suddenly, he became aware of a female soldier who came running down the trail towards him. She was a Peacekeeper, probably from the Assault Rover unit stationed just east of here, but what the...?! He looked up, and he wondered... What the hell is she doing?? She wasn't wearing any protective gear! She wore a thin kakhi shirt on her torso, and on her head - instead of a helmet - was the traditional blue beret. The war isn't officially over yet, he thought. She must be pretty darn confident.-Or maybe she's just trying to make it look that way. He wasn't sure, but if the latter was true, she was pretty much successful...
She was beautiful! She looked so young and full of life, and well-trained without looking bulky or stocky. She had muscle, but she still looked relatively light and delicate, and she moved like something out of a dream...
As she closed, he noticed that the tags and markings on her shirt identified her as a corporal of the U.N. Special Forces. Her unit, as he had guessed, was the 6th Assault Rovers, and the name tag on her left breast said "Johnson".
She ran straight up to him and without warning proceeded to lay her arms around him and give him a big hug before kissing him lightly on the cheek. Then, without a word, she pulled away from him, winked happily and started running back the way she had come, smiling...
[This message has been edited by Guardian (edited May 12, 2001).]
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