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Basic Information:

Name: Alexander Tschenkowitsch aka. Lick
Age: 39
D.O.B: 04.12.2266
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Galactic Federation
Role(s): Retard
Kin: Wife(Julia Tschenkowitsch,33), and two sons( Harry Tschenkowitsch,12 and  Michail Tschenkowitsch,17.)
Homeworld: Terra

Hair color: Black
Eye color: Brown
Build: Normal for a soldier
Rank: Corporal

Record stuff: Rookie->Private after drop with Krautstag->Private First Class after you know->Lance Corporal after promoted by O'Neill->Corporal after promoted by Finch-> Became Specialist to get some silence. NCO was a good job and maybe I'll later become one again. Specs disintegrated. Became Pfc.-> Lance Corporal after a hard drop. (Three times died and only got my shoulder fucked up, Nice)(Promoted by Layland) ->Corporal after a drop with Bently (Bently promoted me)

 

 

 

Family:

 

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That is Julia. She's obviously Alexander's wife as you can guess. She is a former soldier, attached to the M.I. as medical staff and left as 2nd Lt. of the local medical detachment.

At the time she lives with her children in a colony. Julia met Alex 7 years ago on a drop near a newly established bug colony. Her unit got advised to use no TAC,

because of the civilians present, that needed to be evacuated. She with her squad were sent to the local hospital to move the wounded and personell out.

At the time she was a Specialist in the medical detachment, so she was tasked to move a group of instable civilians out of the basement.

She, along with three MI Soldiers went down, searching for the patients. At this time, the hospital was infected with CBs and most of the patients were infected or dead.

They followed the hallway, checking each of the rooms at the sides, as suddenly the lights went out after a little explosion upwards. The team went for a radiocheck but no answers were given.

At this time gas leaked slowly. They moved back as a CB appeared, trying to attach to one of the troopers mouth. The result was the trooper shooting the CB and 'cause a explosion in the lower levels of the hospital. While the rest got only shocked and a few burings, Julia was pushed by the explosion behind them, and now rubble blocks the passage. She got knocked out and layed on the floor for a period of time. By waking up, she was covered in bood, green and red. She stood up and observed the hallway. She saw a man in a bloody coat, holding her morita and looking down the hallway. She leans at the wall and said "Thanks" to the man. He turned around and smiled. Somehow they reached the surface after a couple of weeks. After a year she left the military and married Alex.

She's a red. You know.



Backstory: Alexander Tschenkowitsch, born at the 4th December 2266, was the only child in his family. The mother worked in a meat factory.

The father was addicted to gambling. This caused a divorce when Alexander was 8. He took it well and lived on. At this time he had not much friends.

He changed to the Gesamtschule. In the 8th class he finally realized what it means to be a human, a living thing. He saw the world and took it as it is.

He marks went from fours and fives to ones and twos. He evolved and found much friends. One day he was with his class in a disco. Noone danced to that nice music so he teached himself in about 15 minutes some dances and started to dance. After a while his class joined him. He also lost gambling with his teacher this day and lost all of his clothes. It was a great day for him.

And at this evening he changed his life. He was known across his school and almost everbody knew his name. And also he learned to accept everybody, even if he's a criminal. So he got much new friends but only 4 really good friends. At his school life he tried everything. That's what kids do eh? But in the end he didn't smoked or drank alcohol. Some of his friends even gave up smoking after he telled them what it is exactly. It was a very nice time. With his new marks he got his qualification for the german Abitur. At this time he wanted to be a psychaitrist. So he started to study psychology and sociology in private and at a  specialized school. He wrote his Diplomarbeit and started as lifeline employee. There he learned one important thing. Everybody has a reason to do what he does or will do. Also he learned that suicide in never a option. Never. After 3 years he started in a local clinic as psychiatrist. He worked there for almost 12 years. At his 6th year there he did a sidejob as psychiatrist for policeman and woman to help them to come along with pictures there seen and so on. There he met his wife. She was just like him, sometimes crazy and she saw life like he seen it. After a year they married and got two kids. But Tschenkowitschs career stopped. His dear wife pushed him to join the M.I. to learn something more and get citizenship. It was a complicated time. But in the end, so we know, he enlisted himself for that. Even with his education level.

He wanted to serve quick and help those who need help. But mainly he was there for his family.

Only 2 weeks after he joined the 112th his whole family got killed (Not dead at all).

He also did a lot for his family. Sometimes he worked for his grandpa. But after a week working with his father they got into trouble. Some debt wasn't payed by his father. They called the police and he was arrested for attempted bodily injury. Alexander knew this person was in a bad shape and felt guilty about his sentence. He visited him often in the prison without his family knowing about it. It was weired. And so he met his best friend. Alexander told him to do better and more complex conversations. After 6 years his friend got out of prison and started his own business. They are still friends.

 

 



Attributes:

Strength: 8.5/20
Dexterity: 12.8/20
Constitution: 11.63/20
Intelligence: 19/20
Wisdom: 16.1/20
Charisma: 1,6/20
Confusion:100.2/100


Misc. Attributes:

Combat Rating: 5.44/10

Pain/Health: 9/10

Wealth: moderate, he worked for a long time as a psychiatrist.

 

Medical stuff:

Backblast broke my back; Cured

Backblast burned my neck and hands; Not cured

Backblast burned my right lung; Cured with a new lung

Got shoot and lost two toes from my right foot; Toes will be missed

Broken left wrist; Cured

Wounded by shot in the shoulder; cured.

Heart attack; not completly cured.

Fucked up shoulder by Prog Fletchette or whatever; Will be cured.

Got shlashed right across my torso by a fucking bug and a heart attack at the same time; Torso cured; Heart done.


Other Information:

 

Achivements

Got still friends left.

Got the fuck backblasted.

Seeing his family once again.

Teaching good things.

 

Neutral

Was promoted to Corporal.

No soldier died in while he was in command of a squad.

Learned to handle a shotgun.

Saved Timms from a Croc.

 

Regrets

Licked the floor.

Carter dead. I talked not to her. Fuck.

Lost almost all friends. I did not talk to Finch. Neither Noah. Chev. Fuck.

Turning insane sometimes.

Almost broke Finchs knee.

Didn't saved Lance Krautstag on his first mission.

Got the fuck backblasted; First injury.

Got someone injured under my command.

 

Personal Relationships

 

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[DEAD]Micheal Finch: This man is a dickhead. And my friend. When i first arrived here he showed me everything. We talked and discussed and so on. Then we went out for my first mission. Oh boy that was a hellride. Krautstag, our Squadleader got blown up and our dear Private First Class Finch was Second. He did well i have to say but that was a damn hard mission. After that we did take part in Staff Sarge says. He got a good view how i licked that floor and got promoted. By the way he won that game. Then we got a movie eve. Really nice and a lot of fun. That is where he gave me that name, Lick.

We do alot together and the last mission we're we both were involved in he got almost crushed by a tank. Loosing another friend... impossible to think of. We got him out of the tank.

We also train often together. He was the first one i consulted that my family died. Since then we fight in that cage. That is how i comae along with all these terrible things that happen. If you do fighting you only can contentrate about it. Last time i almost broke his knee. Very sorry about that still. In all this you can assume he his my best friend. Well he is.

Well he's Sarge now and Dicks around but i'm fine with it. And Aye! He promoted me to Corp' boy! Now I have to be efficent. That sounds efficent I guess. But now I can enter his baracks and do shit with his chair or so. If somebody reads this, I don't. i will not manipulate his chair. No.

 

[DEAD]Jack O'Neill: Jack was a good friend of mine. He was the person who got me promoted to Lance. He was that person who said good things to me. Infact he was the first one in the military who was impressed by me. And then you find out that he got killed. That was not a great day. Infact i'm still sad about this. I hope his sons will come along with this.

At least, i wish you a good afterlife if there's any god.

 

[DEAD]Rock Sanders: He was also one of the first i met beside Micheal. It was really funny hanging with him out. I won that bet i tell you! I like him almost as much as Micheal. Also, he thinks that my brain is more a tumore. He could be right. || Well Sanders died today. He gave me hist last will. I feel honored and sad. He was funny and rude. More than that, he was a friend. Somebody i knew since the beginning. I will miss him.

Paul Schmidt: I know him longer than everybody. I know him for like 20 years or so don't even know. I watched out for him when he was a child. Broke some noses and stuff. But know i don't see him that often.

Well he is in the fleet and need to learn alot of stuff. But i would like it if he would visit me more often. I mean he's like family for me.

 

[DEAD]Cool Beans: What a dude. He does alot of shittalk and jokes. And that's why i like him. He's a good guy having fun and humor. Somebody not talking about boring stuff and so on. He's also the perfect wingman.

Oh for fuck sake. Just why the fuck did you have to leave! Since O'Neill died it's feels like somebody is picking the friends of mine.

Beans if there's a heaven i hope you got there.

 

Travis Young: A good soldier and a good man. He does alot of jokes. Even more than me. I got him once as my SiC and he did a solid job. I like having him around.

And! And he likes Larg' Lick very much. For all you don't know, Lil' Lick is Claud and Larg' Lick is the brain bug. And he's the father of both.

 

[DEAD]Glenn Henry Reynolds: I have to same that i don't get often to that level of confusion. But holy shit i'm confused like an apple. She got me at the wrong time. I'm not that guy who will never have sex after his wife died. But there are only four weeks between her death and this. I'm not really sure how to react and i feel sorry for her. I enjoyed that moments but it feels just not right. Maybe at a different time.

 

Valerie Faust: Oh go the Terminator himself. I got beaten up like a child in a bearfight.  With a very friendly bear. But still a bear. I mean beside that she kicked my ass she's really nice. Mostly happy and polite. I don't know if polite is the right word but somehow she is. It's always great to have her around 'cause then somebody laughes at my jokes. But to be not so Licky, she's a great human being... I fucked up.

 

Cornelius Zeem: Oh boy oh boy what a dude. I really like him and i see potential in him. With enough training and some help he might be a good squadleader.

It is remarkable taht he has an alomst infinite thrust keeping him on doing his thing.  He does all waht he can and that is remarkable.

I don't know if he can handle the horrors of war. What i can say it that I trust him. He was gone for a while now, but now he is back. I'm just happy to have one of the first around.

I know him for a long time. And he is beside Chandler the last of my friends left. The last from the beginning.

 

[DEAD]Noah Gargano: Well well you little soldier. You laugh at my jokes;One point

You say hello to me; Two points

You are funny; Three points

You dance; Four points

Congratz you got four points!

On the lickish scale you reached: Person who dances and that makes me happy

 

[DEAD]Lyndsey Carter: Our dear Carter. You know there are persons you just like to have around and to speak with. Persons who are nice and friendly. Persons who are just kool. Carter is such a kool person.

Everytime i see Carter i can speak with her and have fun. She got humor and she got friendlyness. And that's kool. And she's not such a hardliner saying "Yeah people die in war". No, she has the ability to be sad.

And that's great. Remeber the backblast? You don't know how glad I am that you survived that thing. Like on a scale from 1 to 10 it would be Sorry to say that but this number is not named yet.

Like that.

 

Sean Richardson: First i want to say that i call him sometimes Dumbnut instead of Dumbcunt. Why? I don't know. Sooooooo you pen throwing racist big human being!

Yeah that's all... Nah there's still something more. Sean is like Sean. He is big, has jokes in his pockets and is sometimes rude. A real Sean. And for that i like him.

That acid attack back there is my fault. First injured under my command. Gotta to be more careful  but that's not your problem Sean.

I hope that you will recover and come back here. And as i said I'm not a chinese healer with magic.

 

Alicia White: What a medic. I have the feeling that she's the only medic around 'cause she's so often nearby. A little bit scary. She's a real hero i might say. And a really nice person, like relly nice. Really nice. Also I can't even count the lifes she rescued. Well i can count at least one and that's my life. I still don't know how but she did. I should talk to her more often. Talking to nice persons is cool. Also I mean it would be nice somehow knowing your savior. Yeah sure it would.

Or a funny game! For each soldier she patches up she gets a drink. Nah drinks don't cost anything... I will get something rewardy for you don't worry.

And even that's only in my head I wish you good luck and hope you will survive this war.

 

Lawrence Chandler: Our dear Chandler. Where to start, where to start. Right I talked to Lawrence often and that was nice. He has humor and he is cool. All taht stuff. But things are getting funny after the accident of the blast. The great backblast. Well somebody made a mistake, such things happens, and then Carter and I got blasted away. Carter got lucky but I, I was just fucked up. Thanks to our dear medic I survived. I mean my lungs were still fucked and my back broken but it was kinda funny. Don't ask why but it was. Anyway Chandler was the person who blasted me and my dear lungs. I was again on a mission with Chandler and I walked up to him. Dude you should have seen his face. He was like "Oh no there he is and now I have to talk to him" . I will never forget this face. It was so hard not to burst out in laughter but I did it. I walked up and was serious all the time. You should have seen his face after I told him that I'm not angry and everything is okay. What a great day. Anyway Chandler named his M55 after me. A real honor.

I like the name "Big Lick". So Chandler dude. You're are great guy. So watch out. I don't know how much more friends I can loose.

 

Jackie Knoxx: Well well my job never leaves me I guess. i think all on the ship know Jackie. Nothing much to say about her. But beside that I like her. She's just somehow lost. When we talk more often I'll get a better picture but so far from now, she's doing good.

 

Kyle O'Reilly: A golden dude like Carter or Chandler or yeah most of my friends. Fist bumping high fiving cool nibba. Hell yeah! He got some spirit! I think he would be a great addition to our lovly gang. The Chandler-Carter-Kyle-Lick Gang. We rule that damn dropship! CCKL!

 

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Franklyn Holland: Blue Flcons hell yeah! We rule the streets NIBBA! So taht is Holland. He's fucking cool and a hard man. He helps out and is realistc. He does what he can and trys not to be more than a human.

He shoots you in the ass when you disobey his orders. He drinks at the bar with you and talks while doing so. He is a cool dude I met on a worse drop. He got stainless steel around his head.

A good fellow soldier and friend. Keep it on dude.

 

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Troy Hughes or turtle. I never call him turtle: So that is Hughes. Hughes likes to be an engi. Hughes is since a long time here. Hughes almost started with me. I like Hughes very much.

Hughes is a nice person. I shall talk to Hughes more often. Hughes is a super buddy. i like that Hughes is still alive. Hughes there Hughes here. But you know what? Hughes is really part of this.

I know him since I know Finch. And he made it so far as me. Keep it one mate.

 

Anti Air or Anaxilea Archaria: This person is called Anti Air because her actual name is an attack to my launguage comfort zone and second, if I would call her AA it would meen Poo Poo and that's not nice.

Names can be hard. Anyways, as far at it is I smell someone with a tention to humans. Observing human beings and talking related to the M.I. not much.

Two options, First it's the Lord of edgyness and nothing more, or a person with a reason behind that. I don't really care but in the end everybody has a reason for everything.

Or do I? Yes. I care for everybody.

 

Vito Dominko: A great dude. We ran a smooth mission and all went good. Lance by now and I told him much I know. He's on a good way. Hope he survies that and will be Corp someday. And fack that was messy. He's PFC now. Fack.

 

Layland: Okay that is a nizzle. He promoted me. One point for the good side. He is facking nizzly dupay gookan. 100 points for the good side. I like. Mucho.

 

Eric Shepard: Processing data... Data processed. Shepard, Eric. Age...21. Personality... processed. Shepard is classified as a Level C Soldier. Enhanced violent reactions detected.

Lack of fear detected. Classification reprocessed... updating... New Level: D... reworking... Level D Soldier. Playing audio... Starting... "Subject Shepard, Eric is 21 years old and is strongly build. His classification is Level...D. -Oh my- Okay... The Subject is described as extremly fearless, and violent, tempting for more direct actions. As the report in the last Operation says, he is a perfect front soldier, stepping not one step back and fighting the enemy because of fun and/or with hate. That makes him qualified for more dangerous tasks in the field. Waiting for more informoation for final classification. *Shshs* out." Waiting for [INPUT]... Closing file...

 

Sam Ruse: Well well well. It's like I don't know. She is on the Lick scala a Lick. That is very good. And she's on the retard scala a 8.542. That's a third retard with a portion of insanity. And that is good. And also for that, I like her. So what's the plan? Getting her out of trouble and that maybe even alive. She gotta watch out not to piss off the wrong persons, like Larsen. So I gotta watch her. That will be fun.

 

Aaron Holtz: This is a lovly fella. His name sounds german so one point. He is nice so two points. He backed my ass up so three points. That's a three on the Lickish scala. That makes him a ... A nice person with potential for back-up operations. Good. Viddy Viddy Well.

 

Harry: Also known as Harris or Layden. But you know. Everybody needs a nickname. And his will be Harry. Or a 'rauders ones. Anyways, I like Harry. We talked alot together and it seems to me I will find a new friend. And one I respect. He told me about his beliefes regarding some cases of leading and being in the military and beside the fact we have the same, I like it really much. He was a Corp before joining the 'rauders so he was some time ago in my position. So let my count your points... one...two...three...four...and five! That is a Level of 5. A very good level I have to say. I hope you get your years done and find somebody you will love and take care of. You know that I wish you it already but for the protocols, /Good luck/ or /Lass das Kriegsglück auf deiner Seite sein/

 

Annabelle Thacker: Classification... T-1000. Enhanced Protocols... 001-003 LS. Reading logged data... "Annabelle Thacker is a nice human considered T-1000 tending to joke around with T-900. The good sense of humor is qualified as /good/. On further investigation is has been found out, that Annabelle is involved with Entity Edelweiss under IN of 001-O-C and rated as /Level C/ entity. Contacts are rated as funny or good." Classified data detected... /Stop reading this NOW/...

 

 

 

Everybody else: I like this company. We got psychos and dickheads... and also friends and... birds. All of this stuff. I like it here. More and more this ship reminds me of a family. A big family. It's just good to be here. The fact that we are killing people is hard to accept. But here's no place for critisim.

For me everybody on this ship is a friend 'cause we are fighting in the same war and suffer from the same things that happen.

 

 

 

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The Lickish Scala

1 - More than just meat

2 - Intresting human mind with potential

3 - A nice person with potential for back-up operations

4 - Person who dances and makes me happy (Noah Level) (Epsilon)

5 - Human individual with most confusion input by mind and qualified as friend (CarChan Level)

6 - Person qualified to maintain Lick's stability even under high confusion ratings (Finch Level)

7 - Object/Subject tested to have atleast one Confusionfactor.

8 - Human with abilities to understand the current mindset

9 - Person who has the same level as Lick, making a confusion cloud of confusion and (retard)abilities unmatched

10 - My wife and kids

All ratings from 5 and above are considered Freund. Noah is still considered as Freund. All levels of 4 and below are considered Kumpel. The rating 1 is considered as Mensch.

 

 

All below that is for fun

 

 

Classification of entities and Ratingsystem:

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Level:

 

 

Level A - Known Entity of Intrest aka KEI

 

Level B - Known Entity of Classified Intrest and Important Resources aka KECIR

 

Level C - Entity of highly importance for the survival of /Classified/

 

Coding system:

 

 

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001 is the Identification Number or IN

 

The following is the category.

 

O - Organisation

I - Individual

? - Unkown

C - Classified

 

After that the level appears.

 

Allgemeine Datenbank des Operativen Informationsdienstes auch bekannst als OID

 

Please enter your password right below here...

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Please look at the camera...

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001-O-C

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Edelweiss Company

 

Protocols:

 

Current Company Leader/CEO: Sabina Edelweiss

 

Products: Medical supplies / Cybernetics

 

Classification: Level C

 

Reason for classification(Optional): P-Classification

 

Points of Intrest:

 

1. Medical Information

 

2. Medical Support

 

3. Investment Point

 

4. Political Advantages

 

Sonderinformationen:

Direkter Kontakt mit einem Funktionär. Abstand halten und nicht eingreifen. Sondergenehmigung erteilt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Psychology:

Alexanders absolute opinion is that life is something what should be enjoyed everyday. He is a really optimistic nihilistic.

He's kinda floating through life and enjoyes it every moment and thinks that everyday there's a new thing to explore and new things to do.

For him life is perfetion itself.

And that's kool.

 

 

The black folder of the mind of Lick

 

There's much stuff in that folder and some of that is specific for the thoughts going throuh my head.

 

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No.1

I'm quite sure when i'm dead somebody will ready that stuff. Let's hope that is not that soon. So i have decided to write down what i'm thinking. In that moment i'm thinking of life. Since Julia is no more there's no one left that understands me. No one who catches me when i fall on my face. No one who really gets my person. I feel lonely. Everyday i notice it. It's almost omnipresent. And what gets me the finishing kick is when somebody talks about the dead. It's fine but my head is not going to accept that well. This whole situation is getting worse after every dead. I'm hinding behind jokes and shittalk. Doing stuff and doing my job. But the truth is that i'm a broken man, who just keeps up doing what he does. I've got the feeling that i failed. I didn't protect you and our kids. You lost everything what was worth something - your life and the life of our kids. I should've been home. I should've done something. But i was here killing our own race. There're aliens threatening the human race and we fight each other. Oh god i miss you so much... You are unreplaceable. No friend or Sir, no human or god can replace you. Sometimes i want to throw chairs and glasses, yell at people and just punch someone. But in that very moments i realize it won't bring you back. The only thing it does is causing trouble for me and others. I feel sometimes good about being on this ship and in the M.I. and sometimes it feels like the biggest mistake i ever made. I'm sure you would this describe as life. I want also to put my last will in here. I case of my death there's a number in my footlocker. I want that Finch calls that number and reports my death. It's at the fedora. The man on the phone will be Gustavo Rastineck. Please tell him everything he wants to know. The contents of this locker will go to him. The only thing what stays is my books and my pocketwatch. The watch is then for you Micheal. For the funeral i have only one wish. Please let "Life is Live" play then. And if we don't get that something from Frank Sinatra or Billy Joel.

It would be nice if you speak about me Micheal. Some last words like Lick enjoyed the floor - while licking it or something like that. Take my death with humor. Why you may ask. You know -  Life is the cruelest joke ever played on us. Such a big universe to explore and people to talk to. But we ain't got that much time here. So take that joke how it is. And hell if somebody cares about my opinion - i have to say that all men and woman on this ship -  regardless of rank - should be proud of themselfs for having the balls to go to war. Not much dare themself to take that path. But those who do should be honored. That's it for now. I will try to handle myself and get my head clean again. I need to find my way. It's hard in a world full of oppertunities and ways to take. But surely, after time passes, everybody will find themselfes walking on a way they choosed.

 

 

No.2

I find myself hard to get these first words writen down. Instead i don't know how to start so i start like this. Today one of my best friends died. Sanders is gone... I don't know what to do. I don't know what to write but i have to. I want to get this set of my mind written down. Sanders was a good friend. I knew him since i'm here. Almost. Sanders, Finch and me. We started here and kept in contact. Then Jack joined up to me. And now? Jack is gone. Sanders is gone. Maybe the next will be me. Or Finch. By wirting i realize that i called Sanders never by his first name. Rock. It's awful. My hatred and sadness rises up everytime when i think of that. I remember his last moments, impaled by a fucking bug and spitting blood, the Colonel readys up to give him the last shoot, while he's giving his last words away. He gave me his tags and a disk. He died before getting the shot. This moment, standing there, looking at his eyes and knowing he will die and there's nothing left to do - god i hope that will not happen to anyone else. Even our enemys. I remember winning a bet with Finch and Sanders. I still have the money in this locker. And Jacks money as well. I feel bad. I would like to vomit but i can't. This constant feeling. I can't discribe it but it feels horrible. I don't know if i can keep on like this... So many are gone. Do you know that song from Billy Joel? It's called "Only the good die young.". And he's fucking right. Guess that's why i'm still alive. I will miss him. My mind is shatterd. I hope next time i write i will ahve this fixed up but i know that will never be.

 

No.3

You know what i hate? Nothing. Do you know what i don't like? Backblasts. And you might guess by now that i got the fuck backblasted. Not very funny and my back is still fucked. And with fucked i mean fucked. Breathing is hard, sitting down is hard, standing up is hard and laying is hard. Pretty much everything is hard and it feels awkward to have not his own lung in his chest. But at least do you know what i think? I think that was a little bit funny. First injury is of course a backblast. No bug, no enemy. A blast. I can't be sad at this because everytime i think of the fact that this happens i have to chuckle. Yes somebody made a mistake and i could have died. And that is a big mistake. But the fact that i'm not dead and still live has something to do with physics and maths and shit. But i will call it luck this time. I also got my head cleaned up somehow. The moments when you lay in the sand, spitting blood on the ground and don't feel your back anymore. You just only feels the blood raising in your lungs and you know that this could be your last moment. I used that time to think of my life. And i have to say that i really enjoyed it. I enjoyed the time i had. With myself, with my family, with my friends. And i'm for every second geving down here thankful. At last i want to say, "I really like medics". That was what i tried to say after the backblast.

Also, the fact taht I'm writing in this perspective is 'cause these letters are not only for me. If i get killed i hope somebody will read them and he will know that i had a good life so far. I still have much time here and i hope i will use this time.

 

No. 4

Who would you like to handle the arrangements of your funeral?: Micheal Finch

 

What is your religious affiliation, if any?: Nope

 

Is there anyone specific you wish to speak at your funeral?: Micheal Finch and other dudes.

 

What decorations would you like you populate your funeral service? (Please note the ships limited options in this war. Be as specific as possible, and we'll ensure your request is met as closely to the Tee as possible? Funny things. Be creative.

 

Do you wish for your casket to be closed, or opened? (Note, certain circumstances may call for an automatic closed casket. Caskets will always be closed when jettisoned into space): Open. if i got blown up put a picture of me in the casket.

 

What song would you like played during the proceeding?:

 

What song would you like played whilst your casket is launched into space?:

Also I want to be burried. Place me where I died. And put a flower on my grave. Play this song if it is not possible to get me burried.

Who would you like to handle your personal possessions?: Micheal Finch or the number.

 

Outside of these specific lines, Standard Military Customs will apply. If you have any special requests outside of the above lines, please write them below, in as much detail as possible:

Play it somewhere somewhen.

 

Also i wrote something in this book. Micheal should read it. What else? Yeah right that is in case for my death. Oh and Micheal i never gonna run for you anymore. Exhausting as shit.

 

See you fellow soldiers in heaven or hell or whatever 'cause i don't know if is anything like this out there.

 

If something happens to Micheal... just in case... Please give the rest to the number that is in my footlocker. This person will explain.

 

No. 5

Oh boy oh boy. I got promoted. That's great. Okay i have wrose baracks now but i can live with that. Also can talk to Micheal and he can't flee in his baracks 'cause i sleep there too. Haha. As far as i know we did a good job out there yesterday and fucked some people up. Like really hard. it was a great squad and a great time out there. One wounded but no dead when i was commanding. Sounds good enough. But things will be more complicated now. Micheal expects me to be more hard to the enlisted. Not more joking around and stuff. No worry i still will do that to a certain level. Most people don't like or hate our dear Finch. Some like him. But only a few know why he is how he is. Just saying "Hey he wants to protect you" isn't enough. He is responsible for his troopers. He wants everyone to get home alive then in a casket. And he trys to reach that goal by yelling at his men and woman. One way to do it and i support him. I know him long enough to know that he is able to do shit. And he knows me long enough to do shit as well. As a Corp now i got to support him even more. I think that's a good combo right there. A funny guy and a guy who punishes the funny guy for being funny. Great. Haha.

 

No. 6

This page seems to be ripped out of the folder

 

 

No. 7

It's hard to start this page. And the reason is quiet easy, there are no words for this. And still I try to write this page. Micheal is gone. In a goddamn prison, put in there by the federation I fight for. After a few days I got my brain now back to status zero. I'm still mad as fuck but as the time pushes forward my brain begins to cure this madness. Do you know what I answer when somebody asks me why I'm here? To ensure that  those I love can live without fearing any dangers 'cause they know that I will be there and will protect them. They shall live a good life. But now I see that there is nobody left who I love. It's dark. I got three, three friends remaining. Three friends that I care the most about. Paul, Finch and well you know. My best friend. Isn't that a reason to fight? For them? Yes, it is. Well Holland tried to motivate me. That I shall fight for the federation. I don't care about the federation. I fight for humanity. I fight for my friends. I fight for my brothers and sisters in arms who hae choosen the same way that I go. Those who fight for the humans. Those who protect the helpless. Those who are willing to give their life for the greater good. The federation is just a name representing humanity. I don't fight for names. I fight for life. And after my shock I realized for what I'm still here. Somebody must protect those who protect.

And one last thing. My last will is now outdated. So I update it now with this text. I got more friends that these three named upwards. Ask one of my friends, or ask them all, to speak at my funeral. And all that should have gone to Michel shall be send to my friend. His number is in this footlocker. And give him this book. Oh and you are also allowed to read all these pages. And please watch out. Don't die like I did, You may ask how I know how I died? I just know that I willl die somehow stupid. And that's funny. It really is. Yeah let me write a smily to put this funnyness in here... 8^D. Hell yeah that's it.

 

Dance! Dance! Dance!

 

The following is written with another pen. The colour is blue instead of black.

 

Reading all these pages showed me something. I wrote these pages when it was dangerous and I could die. Putting my last will somehow in there. In almost every second page. It's not taht I expect me to die soon. But we all know what becoming a soldier brings with it. In my mind swim two ideas. Two kinds of war. The one we fight with our fellow soldiers against an enemy. And the other one. That one that you fight alone. The real war. The war of life.

And that's the hard one. But this war is worth it. The enemy is mercyless. And this war rages until one side will give up. I hope for all that they will win this war.

 

No. 8

An old USB Drive is found here containing a song

 

 

The page is ripped off here. A side note can be found: Fuck that I'm making myself to many toughts.

 

No. 9

I'm impressed. I'm sad. I'm confused. I got wounded. I have no words to explain. I got dog tags. I saw Rich. I talked to Micheal. I saw men and women that took action in a heroic act of defence, victory and rescue. Something great and something worse than death. It is unbelieveable. It's terrible. A story has come to an end. A life has ended up and will pass into the great void or will find it's way to heaven or hell. I don't read books. Storys make me sad. Because I know that every story will end. No matter how much you wish that this story countinius, it will end. And ends... ends are the thing that makes something special. It's the saddest and at the same time best thing to happen. You want to know how the story ends. And the only thing you want is that you have your end. A end you like. Maybe you want to pass out by a headshot and be forgotten. Maybe you want to make as much noise as you can and go down with a loud boom. Or you want to die heroic. I saw the other troopers. Humans with the same right. Humans like us. Only difference is that these are guided like us to the wrong enemy. No man is born evil. This world makes him evil. This world makes us do things we don't want. Just some political persons controlling humans like they are not the same worth as they have. It makes me sick to see this. It makes me sick to hear this. It makes me even sick to smell this. They take, and take, and take justified by a lie they start to believe. So many misguided by misguided. I feel like a undertaker. And my customers are my friends and foes. I lost it.

 

[Also several recordings can be found here]

 

 

No. 10

Sometimes... sometimes... I don't know. I just want to write. Rich gave me a letter and his dog tags to give them Tina. And i... i failed to give them ni the right time. Tina didn't got the bloody letter from Rich and his dog tags.

She just died right before. Now I got the last will of a friend. And it will be burried with me. Noone will ever know the stories that happen here. The great things they have done. The tragic behind this. Noone will ever know. And after I died it will be lost forever. Noone will remember the great times of Tina and Rich. Noone will know what they would have done together. It's a shame. May all of you darlings rest. Rest in heaven or be lost in the void. May you be there where you would like to be. And maybe, maybe I will be there with you. And you my friends and family, you will be respected as long as I live. May never be the memories be lost that we had together. This shall never be lost. So I write this down. And I will be down here. Doing my best to keep the stories of others told and alive. To keep all the young that have to expririence life more save. To make the lifes of others worth it. We only got one and that shall be not end so fast. I got nothing to lose so why not giving them something, or all I got left.

 

No. 11

Chev died. He is dead like all the others. He and Noah and Finch saved my life. Noone of them lives anymore. Why? I don't know anymore. Carter dead...

 

 

No. 12

Making an extra note for that seems to be for me important. It's like all the bad things, all that what is gone, all evil was gone for a second as I read the letter. The hope for my family, the hope to see Julia, the hope to see my sons vanished all that evil. Even more than ever,  I'm happy to see my family. Sitting in this shuttle and waiting for the next station. They don't know if  I'm dead or not. They just hope for some day taht I will stand at their door.

I got everything I need. Everything is packed in my bag. Nothing let's me last on the MI but only two things. I lost friends in these wars. Good friends, fighting for me. It would be a shame to leave their war. And I got Chandler there. He lost what I lost. I know. It would be a shame to leave him there. My comrades. Maybe I will die in this war. Maybe I will survive. Maybe I will leave. I don't know yet.

 

[There is an opened blue letter]

 

No. 13

Okay. To get things concluded. I suffer from confusion. I lashed Vito. 5 times. I have a major problem with this. I tried to search for denial. I searched for anything, an argument but to be honest, I didn't find any. I feel... nothing. It's inhuman I know taht. It is fact. But still there is nothing. Just nothing. Has it changed me already? I don't know. And that's a big one.

 

 

No. 14

I never feared my death. I was lucky the whole time. Everyone around me died but not me. I have a good life. Nice family... and kids. I don't fear what happens to me. I fear what happens to those I love. Well today, 12.10, I feared the first time of my life. Getting taken by a hopper and flown away from everything around 1000 meters alone with bugs and only you to protect you... I feared for my life. I still fear...

 

 

 

More coming soon!

 

 

 

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Mr. Tschenkowitsch wasn't criminal. He knew a former criminal and helped him to use his skills for greater things than to be a criminal. Sorry if i didn't made clear. And also thank you for actually reading this RP story :) Aw fuck look at this smily...

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Zebastion: Could i have a hot piece of biography?

Waiter: No problem Sir,  hot piece of biography. Anything else?

Zebastion: No, thank you.

Waiter brings a hot piece of biography

Waiter: Here you go, I hope you enjoy your meal.

Zebastion: Thanks, I will.

On the hot piece of biography is something written, "Alicia White

 

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