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"So your the new reaper outfitter?" Asked the captain to John.

"Yea, got assigned to a guy named Bradley Kruise. Anything I should know before I start working with him?" He replied.

"Has anyone told you about how he killed the last 3 outfitters? No? Well theres that you should know." The captain informed.

"Jesus, and I have to work with the guy? What did the guys do?" He asked fearfully.

"Well, the first one refused to play music into his headset. Killed him after he helped him get the armor on, and got another outfitter to play the stuff. Second one forgot several of the songs he was requested to play. And the third died because he just lost it. He was the only survivor on that raid, and the music didn't calm him down like it usually did. You'll play the music though right?" He begged. The captain was tired of briefing new recruits.

"I suppose I'll remember if my lifes on the line." John replied, already regretting signing up for reaper outfitting. Should have gone with the marauders, he thought At least they all willing signed up for that role. usually calmer too. he added to himself. Of course, voicing regrets is usually a bad move to make with a superior officer, so he stayed silent.

"Good to hear son! I'll check in next week to see if your doing good, before your first deployement. Good luck and welcome to the corp!" The captain yelled out before scuttling to the other side of what appeared to be an airlock before running out. Just before he closed the door, John heard him yell "Okay let him into the reaper wing!"

Oh ****, here we go. John thought before walking into the most hellish section of the battlecruiser.
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ok thats my new fanfic. please, voice all criticism openly and freely, I really want this one to go well.

ASO:IHWDOGHE. Maybe it's just me, but I cannot read/take anything seriously that does not have correct capitalization, grammar, or spelling. It doesn't have to be perfect (unless I'm writing it.), just... Is it too much to ask to capitalize the first letter of the sentence and names? ;~;

thanks for the heads up on the grammar, should probably run this stuff through Microsoft word from now on.

looks great to me. Hope next part come out soon

Walking through the reaper section of the battlecruiser was like a nightmare. There was graffiti painted on walls depicting horrible acts of murder and intercourse, every several feet there were bloodstains, and you could hear thumping technobeat music everywhere you went. As he slowly walked down the corridor, a guy leaned out, sneered, and asked if he was delivering food.

“N-n-n-no I’m the new outfitter for mister Kruise. Could you tell me where he is?” John stuttered out, fearing this reaper would rip out his throat.

At the mention of Kruise, the man’s face went from sneer to pity. John was, if anything, more fearful from the pity than derisive sneer.

“He’s gonna be about 4 doors down, you should recognize it by being actually quiet. I’ll send my outfitter, Tom, down to guide you to your room. Sorry for the bad luck friend. Names Gauss Frank by the way.” Frank apologized, walking out the corridor, and showing his mechanical leg. “good luck with the new job, and if anyone here gives you problems, tell them your Kruise’s outfitter. That’ll shut ‘em up.”

Expressing thanks, and worrying even more about what Kruise is like, he walked until he reached Kruise’s room. Staring at the door, he muttered “here goes…” he knocks on the door. Where a gruff voice yells “shift in!”
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ok so I'm gonna be updating this one as often as I can, which is a damn sight better than my last couple of fictions. any opinions, critiques, praise, slander, feel free to voice it.

highly enjoyable, and i must echo effie's sentiments about grammar. you dont even have the excuse of english being your second language, but thats ok. i hope to get moar soon from you.

I like what I'm seeing

sorry for the lack of posting, my computer that has word isn't working at top capacity, but I've got the next post typed out and ready to send by tomorrow. hope you enjoy!

Entering Kruises chamber was like entering another world. It was Spartan, with nothing to it besides the closet to hold other pairs of uniforms, and the bed. On the bed sat Kruise, head held low and eyes closed, with a small smooth piece of plastic, with a screen on the front with two concentric circles on the lower front. Plugged in were ancient headphones, which led to Kruise’s head, and disappeared into his mangy hair. He looked up, and his gaze spoke in a voice that said ‘I don’t give a single **** about what you are. Let me know who you are and go away’ Which Kruise then said out loud, in the most normal voice John had ever heard come from a soldier.

“Um I’m your new outfitter sir. I was told to talk to you about-“John managed to bolt out before being stopped by Kruise.

Kruise cut in, saying “Okay, you met your new immediate supervisor. I have a couple of instructions, and then I want you to leave. Answer only yes or no, unless I request a more elaborated answer. Got it?”

“Yes.” John said, biting off the sir he had almost said.

“First, I have special items that go along with my armor that are not standard issue. You will place them on as I instruct you, even if they are against regulation. Understood?” Kruise said.

“Yes” John said, wishing he knew what he would be forced to place with the armor, and hoping it was not too illegal.

“Next, when I am being deployed into combat, I have several songs I wish you to play. You will hit the play button on the track titled ‘going to battle’ when I am on the way to combat. That is all that is required. The track has already been set up and will be available on the computer screen. If a superior calls in to send me an order, you lower the music level, do not stop the music, and inform me of the order. Then return the music to the volume it was on previously. Understood?”

“Yes” John replied again, wondering what the music would be.

“Finally, when I am returning from a battle, play the second music selection that will be titled ‘music for return’, and after that is finished playing, you will inform me of the losses for the team and if I will be deployed back onto the battlefield or not, though the latter will most likely be redundant, since we have not been sent back to battle the same enemy we battled since I have joined this reaper corp. You will, of course, be wondering why we are never sent back into battle after we are returning. We always kill the enemy after arriving. The only reason I voice this is so that you do not wonder, on top of everything else, why we are never sent to return. Tom should be out the door right about now. He’ll lead you to your new bunk. Welcome to the 502nd outfitter.”

After Kruise finished his speech, the door slid open, and there stood tom, as if drawn purely by Kruises voice. Bowing out, John left the room and waited until the door closed and he was out of earshot, then asked Tom if Kruise was psychic.

“He’s not psychic; Kruise has just run through this routine enough to know when I’ll arrive. Usually 5 minutes into his talking. Let’s lead you to the outfitter wards, now that you met your most likely cause of death.” Tom muttered with a chuckle, leading to a, if not good, better section of the reaper hallways.

The appearance of everyone is a bit vague. Describe their appearances and everyone will have a better picture in their head of what each character looks like.

I hope you write a back story for John or bits of it that could fit in a certain part.

It good so far, keep on writing.

Walking along, Tom turned back and yelled to john “most people have questions right now. I’m gonna run through how the place works, and if you have any questions, ask them at the end of the tour. Capice?”

“First thing you need to know is, the reaper barracks are shaped in a cross, with us outfitters on the left hand side, the reapers on the right, entrance on the bottom, and our drop pods on the bottom. The main room is where we all socialize, which has two TVs, a couch, some board games one of the reapers made from memory, and a very long table to seat about 50.”

“We eat at 0900, 1300 and 1900. Its 1905 right now, so most of the outfitters and reapers are eating right now, and we can either introduce you to them, or we can wait till later. Which do you want?”

“Well, I can’t just put it off, so I might as well meet the crew. Lead away.”

“Good to hear. Most of us stick together, so antisocial soldiers aren’t welcome. So, be cordial to the reapers, friendly to the outfitters, and watch out for Emilia. She loves to play with the new meat.”

Walking into the entertainment room, set up for dinner, about 30 people were seated around the table, along with Gauss Frank, who gave a warm smile through his mangy hair. Seated next to Frank was a pale bald man, a little short, who looked over at the new arrivals, then turned back with an ambivalent expression to continue talking to the latino woman sitting across from him, occasionally gesturing with his hand to indicate gun movements.

Standing up, Gauss frank yelled out “attention everyone. I’d like to welcome our newest member, John, who will be serving with us as long as Kruise permits to his presence. I want everyone in there own time this week to give him a welcome, and help him when he needs it. Welcome to the 502nd, reaper division!”
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glad to see I'm being enjoyed, just got my microsoft word computer up and running, and am going to be aiming for a once a day release. I hope you all enjoy this story, and thanks for the criticisms.

yay more story! keep it up man!

awesome!

EDIT: I don't mind you releasing it once aday, but if you can't write or are busy, please don't force yourself. I'd rather read a good, slow posted story than a rushed, fast posted story.

I'm glad to see people enjoy the story, but don't worry about me rushing the story out. I've got a huge section already mapped out in my head, and I'll let you guys know when I start making it up as I go along. my only worry is that the computer with word on it will go on the fritz, it seems to really enjoy doing that. Should have it totally fixed soon.

Over the next week, John met all 16 outfitters, and about half their reapers. all were icy in there conversation, except for Tom and Gauss. when he asked why, Tom rolled his eyes (his favorite motion) and asked him to think about it. "everyone here lost a friend in the guy you're replacing, and they don't even know if you're gonna be dead weight or the best thing brought in. It will be like this in almost any regiment, battalion, or squad you join. never forget you're filling a dead mans boots."

Tom was quite happy to answer a lot of questions that came, including when John asked about the graffiti.

"the graffiti?" Tom asked, not sure what John was talking about. Recalling the graffiti in the entrance to the barracks, he laughs and explains "we put it to make the officials entering to commend us, or yell at us, think of us as disorganized. Kruise is the only reaper they meet, then they leave. They thnk we're a bunch of idiotic, murdering cretins. We aren't really that bad."

As the week passed, he became aquainted with the command structure. Kruise was the leader of their band of merry men, and a captain for leading them. Gauss frank was the sergeant, as well as the bald man, Joanes. almost everyone else was a corproal, promoted after there first battle by Kruise for 'being willing to put up with our insane chatter.

the only questions Tom wouldn't answer were about Kruise himself. "That ain't my story to tell. you want to learn about him, ask him after you've integrated with the rest of us. He's happy enough to talk then.

The week went by too quickly, and John's upcoming battle was on the horizon. The captain walked in to the morning meal, looking nervous after walking through the warzone of the entrance.

"How have you been doing John? Enjoying your stay with the reapers? Any requests?" the captain asked, in a hurry to leave what he thought was a hell hole.

"actually sir, I'm quite enjoying myself here. Maybe a bit cramped, but thats to be expected when you're on a ship."

"Good to hear, good to hear! I'll be off then, good luck with your battle soldier!" the captain muttered, rushing out of the room.

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Yes, the story isn't grammatically accurate, sorry about that. my computer is acting up again, but I'll continue posting, and I'll run the story I've put in since then through word once its back up for good, so that the future readers (crosses fingers that there will be future readers) will read through well. I have mostly left descriptions of the characters blank so that you could imagine them yourselve. I'll be a bit vague so that you can make your own characters in your head. enjoy!