April 23, 2552 - 0952 Hours
"It's done, Captain."
Captain Baltair MacAilein sat at his seat on the bridge of his Argo-class Assault Carrier, 'The Venerable Ruby', rubbing his temple with his index and middle finger, eyes closed. Fumirole had been a disaster. Three Spartan casualties based on...
This is an rp idea I've had floating around for some time, and I don't think I've ever seen anybody else ever explore this idea as a roleplay before. Not saying it hasn't, I'm sure it has, but I've never seen it happen. So here we are. Without further adieu, you may proceed...
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