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@Cronk added george
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I keep my relations constantly updated. If you have enough of an impact on me IC, then you'll be added. Due to this, I'm not going to @ people when I update it - just check in every so often.If you've had substantial enough contact with me and ask to be added, I probably will add you.
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"The only thing worse than a robosexsuual marriage is infidelity in an robosexxxsuual relationship." - Internet Historian on Robosexual relationships.
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I was told to post these. BEHOLD, THE GREAT SQUIRES V. ROOMBA EPIC.
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shameless bump so this is in my feed again
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COMPILING... ACCESS GRANTED; WEIAND, TAYLOR MOORE ID: 080417-180286
!!WARNING - CORRUPTED INFORMATION!!
Facial reference;
Spoiler
Theme song (?);
SpoilerGeneral information;
//:FULL NAME: WEIAND, TAYLOR MOORE
//:SEX: MALE [NATURAL]
//:AGE: 20
//:DOB: 4/13/2278
//:POB: ELKINS - STATE OF WEST VIRGINIA, EARTH, SOL
//:EDUCATION:
HAWK PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL [FAILED TO GRADUATE]
SAMUEL BRONSTON PAROCHIAL SCHOOL [GRADUATED]
//:TRAINING:
COMBAT INFANTRYMAN'S COURSE [PASSED]
//:HEIGHT: 6'0
//:WEIGHT: 187LB
//:BUILD: MESOMORPHIC
//:BLOOD TYPE: A NEG
//:EYE COLOR: BROWN
//:HAIR COLOR: BROWN
//:ALIGNMENT: NEUTRAL - UCF
//:CRIMINAL RECORD: N/A
Service record;
//:BRANCH: MOBILE INFANTRY - COMBAT ENGINEERS
//:CLASS INFORMATION: REDACTED
//:UNIT: 6TH MID, 3RD BRIG., 112TH BAT.
//:PAY GRADE: E-1
//:RANK: PRIVATE
//:DEPLOYMENTS: 1 ONGOING
//:TOURS: REDACTED
//:AFFILIATES -
//:NO ENTRIES FOUND
Medical Information;
[NOTE - ALL MEDICAL RECORDS BEGIN AT ENTRY TO SERVICE.]
//:NO ENTRIES FOUND
Personal information;
//:COMPILING. . .
//:COMPILING. . .
//:FILE CORRUPTED
//:CONTACT SERVER ADMINISTRATOR - ERROR CODE 130748
Direct family - next of kin;
//:MOTHER - KATHERINE DALEY - ACTIVE
//:FATHER - MICHAEL WEIAND - ACTIVE
//:BROTHER - SLADE WEIAND - ACTIVE
//:END
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IC:Combat Engineer Detachment Application of InterestName: Taylor Moore WeiandPhysicalAge: 20Race: CaucasianGender: Male (natural)Eye Color: BrownHair Color: BrownHeight: 6'0"Weight: 187lbEmployment & BackgroundCurrent Rank: PrivateEducational History: Hawks Public High School (did not graduate), Samuel Bronston Parochial School (graduated)Criminal Record: N/AEmployment History: Nicholson Mining & Quarry (2yrs)Service Record: Certified heavy machinery operator (2296), certified demolitions specialist (2296).OOC:Character's College Explanation: N/AServer Time: Since mid-December 2017
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June 6th, 2292 - Outskirts of New Austin, Rhohan, Aho Eridani System
19:00
The brakes squealed as the truck as it came to a stop in front of her house. Stealth was mostly redundant as the glass pack-equipped exhaust ruined any ability for his truck to slink around unnoticed. All of the lights were on in her house - and if any weren't, they would soon be. He was, admittedly, quite reluctant to attempt a 'stealthy' extraction, as Emma has previously informed him of her father's status as a former Mobile Infantryman. But, she persisted, and it led him to now. She was anxious to get out, to get away from her father - to live. Her father, to Squires, wasn't a bad man in the slightest. His intentions were simple, it was all about his daughter. Matthew knew that he wouldn't approve of yet another country boy pulling up in front of his house in a rumbly, scraggly truck with dirtied boots, worn jeans and an equally disheveled flannel, but he thought she was worth the risk. So he took it.
The front door of the ranch house opened, with a figure silently judging him from behind a smoked-out screen door. He knew who it was. The figure, however, disappeared - presumably walking off to confront his daughter. He wouldn't have much luck, though, as she was already opening her window to escape his wrath. What Matthew didn't expect, though, was for him to come back - wielding his Morita. Matthew immediately knew the situation, and honked to warn Emma of the impending danger. She froze mid-way through her window, letting the scene unfold in front of her.
"You! You son of a bitch! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" The father demanded, racking the bolt on his rifle. He stampeded towards the truck with the perceived full intention of harming him. Matthew quickly looked around the interior of his truck for anything that could help him, but had no luck. He found himself with no option but to put his truck in park, step out, and confront the man. And so he did. Matthew slowly walked towards the front of the truck, standing in the rays cast by his headlights - at gunpoint. "Well?! Fucking speak, god damnit, or I'll blow your fuckin' head off, you hear me dumbshit?!"
"I... I was coming to take your daughter out." Matthew meekly replied, obviously quite shaken from having a weapon pointed at him.
"You think I'm fuckin' dumb? Boy, you're fuckin' stupid. Gimme one reason why I shouldn't kill your ass right here, right now." The father responded, pushing the weapon towards him to accent his question.
"I-- I--" Matthew attempted to respond, but found himself speechless.
"Don't you dare shoot him, Dad!" Emma called from the window. She had, by now, completely climbed out onto the canopy.
"Don't you tell me what to do! I'll be havin' quite the talk with you after all this is settled, young lady!" Her father responded, briefly looking back at her - and taking his weapon off of Matthew.
Seeing a window of opportunity, and not one to be outdone, Matthew cocked his right arm back and gave her father a mean right hook - knocking him to the dirt. He immediately scrambled back, climbing into the driver seat of his truck while Emma's father was still reeling on the ground. He pumped the truck a few times in neutral, sounding off his eight-cylinder war horn. In the side view, he could see her father clamoring to his feet, immediately searching for his lost rifle. Matthew dropped it into drive, actuating the clutch as he did so. He pinned the gas, sending up a tail of loose gravel, sand and dirt up behind the truck in hopes of forming some sort of rudimentary smoke screen. It obviously didn't phase him. As Matthews sped down the dirt driveway, he came under a volley of fire. The sound wasn't completely alien to him, as he had fired his father's rifle before, but never had he been on the receiving end. The sound of bullets ripping through his tailgate trumped the sound of his exhaust, of his radio - of his heartbeat. He didn't know how many rounds had hit his truck - but the sound of shattering glass indicated that he had lost a taillight. It was a short lived thought in his mind, as a round struck the rear window of his truck - shattering it akin to an especially intricate spider web. Matthew skillfully synchronized his gas and clutch as he hammered it onto a main road and off of the Brooks' property. He had escaped.
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May 22nd, 2292 - New Austin, Rhohan, Aho Eridani System
22:00
The truck dug it's off road tires into the loose, arid soil. The exhaust shrieked an unimaginable tone of anger, power, and unrestricted strength as the white pick-up cut across the terrain. For miles all around them it was nothing but rolling hills and grass. The truck would takes bumps and ruts with ease, either gliding over them or simply dipping as it threw rooster tails of loose dirt. The extended cab housed a driver and a passenger - Matthew and Emma. The two sat in total comfort as they made their way across the seldom-used dirt trail, listening to the radio in silence. The early summer heat had subsided by this time, granting the two a rather favorable temperature and climate. The truck dipped, swerved and turned - eventually coming across a cliff. Matthew spun the truck around, as to where the tailgate faced the string of winding valleys which was once in front of them. As the truck settled, the dust from their reckless romp crept up, which was nothing more than a minor nuisance. Matthew cut the engine and lights, leaving the radio on to provide background noise, just in case. They both slid out of the raised truck, pacing to the tailgate.
"This... this is beautiful." Emma said, breaking the silence. Above the two was the full night sky dotted with hundreds of stars and, of course, Rhohan's big sister - Cassandra. Without light pollution, the two absorbed the scenery - the night sky reflecting perfectly in a stream running within the valley beneath the duo. Matthew reached over the edge of his tailgate, pulling a lever and dropping it. Contained within the bed was a stainless steel cooler embossed with the Morita Arms emblem and an attached bottle opener, of which was absolutely coated in dust. He climbed into the bed, strutting to the back of the cab. His footsteps echoed and reverberated as he stepped towards the cooler, opening it to reveal a twelve-pack of cold Aspen beers. He pulled two from their confines, offering one to Emma. She accepted the beer, twisting off the cap and tossing it to the ground beside the truck. Matthew sat down on the tailgate beside her, glancing at her before following her eyes to the sky. He found himself mindlessly twisting the cap off, taking a swig whilst looking up. She's right, it is beautiful. He thought to himself. A flash of inspiration hit him immediately afterwards, prompting him to wrap his right arm around Emma to grip her right shoulder.
"Just like you." He quipped. He quickly interrupted his smirk with a sip from his beer. Emma's face lit up as she turned to him, giggling.
"Why'd I know you'd say that?" She asked jokingly, playfully pushing him.
"Because I'm the best damn wordsmith this side of the Kuiper Belt." He delivered with a reassuring smile.
"Matthew Russell Squires, you're gonna be the death of me."
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I'm gonna only add people I've had substantial interactions with or who have impacted me, whether it be negatively or positively.
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Would some of the kits from MGSV models be possible? Stuff like the XOF's gasmasks & goggles from TPP or the MSF guys' headsets from GZ?
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//:RELATIONSHIPS
FEDNET PERSONAL LOGS - SQUIRES, MATTHEW RUSSELL ID:180286-080417
Spoiler//:SORRENTINO, FRANCO
SpoilerHe's a WO. We've made amends, guess he ain't too bad now.
//:McCARTHY, KID
SpoilerHe's our replacement for Solomons. He's from a colony, I can hear it, but that's the most I got about the guy. He's receptive, though.
//:SOLOMONS, TOM - TRANSFERRED
SpoilerGrouchy English bastard. Just as I got used to seeing him around again, he's gone. Good luck.
//:MALONE, CHUCK - DECEASED
SpoilerI heard that he was hanged. People didn't say for what. Guess I'm not surprised.
//:SHORT, STEVE - DECEASED
SpoilerHis name is up on the Wall of Remembrance. He was a good man through and through, sucks to see that he lost it all.
//:HUGHES, TROY
SpoilerDunno what happened to the Hughes I knew, but he ain't himself no more.
//:O'NEILL, JACK - DECEASED
SpoilerO'Neill was a sergeant, psychic, father, and friend. He was unlawfully killed after snapping - and the fuckers who killed him were put down. I'll miss you, buddy.
//:VICKERS, ALICE
SpoilerThe best goddamn NCO this unit could have asked for, and a good friend of mine.
//:HEDGEWORTH, WILLIAM - DECEASED
SpoilerHe came into this world kicking, screaming, and covered in blood - he went out the same way.
//:CUTTER, JODIE
SpoilerShe's one of Vicks' corporals. Good head on her shoulders, lot of potential.
//:LLEWELLYN, MADOC
SpoilerOne of the E-4 Scottish Mafia. She's like Cutter otherwise - capable, dependable.
//:DABY, SCOTT
SpoilerThe other member of the E-4 Scottish Mafia. He's usually the one rucking a radio. Dependable enough to get what you want, when you want it, where you need it.
//:ST. CLAIRE, WILLIAM
SpoilerHe's back with the infantry. Let's see how long he hangs on.
//:CHESLOCK, WENDELL
SpoilerHe's got potential, both as a combatant and an engineer. It won't be too long 'til he's a somebody.
//:WILLIAMS, CLIFFORD
SpoilerChillest dude in the infantry, I'm telling you.
//:SCOTT, CHARLIE
SpoilerCrazy motherfucker. Love this guy.
//:BENTLY, SEBASTIAN
SpoilerCaptain. Bently. Nah, that doesn't add up.
//:HAWTHORNE, NAOMI
SpoilerShe's alright, I suppose. Limited interactions between us. Best I know, she's the MIPOD first sergeant.
//:DUMONT, DANIEL - DECEASED
SpoilerI guess him and I never got along, but we made up our differences in the end. I guess he finally got into a situation he couldn't weasel out from, poor kid.
//:WESTERVELT, PAULINE
SpoilerShe might be a tough bitch, but she's still just that - a bitch.
//:YOUNG, TRAVIS
SpoilerHe's a fucking joke.
//:REDBRICK, SARAH
SpoilerStupid cunt.
//:STEVENSON, PATRICK
SpoilerHe's on thin ice, that much is apparent.
//:DAVIDSON, ELRAD
SpoilerBack when I around, Davidson ran the unit. I don't know what the hell happened, but he's a private now.
//:SHAW, ROBERT
SpoilerShaw is by far the coolest officer I've met. Hedgeworth described him going from 'bread to brass', and I believe it. I'll cut for the Colonel any time, and I know he'll do his damnedest to cut for me, too.
//:HUX, ARAMIS
SpoilerHe covered my leg. We've come a long way from him looking over my court martial. I can also tell he's interested in the potential of me putting in for a Fleet transfer. Maybe I'll take him up on that if shit keeps going the way it's been going.
//:END
//:PERSONAL LOGBOOK
FEDNET PERSONAL LOGS - SQUIRES, MATTHEW RUSSELL ID:180286-080417
//:ENTRY ONE; VOICE - 192KPS 3/25/98
Spoiler//:BEGIN RECORDING - 192KPS AUDIO QUALITY
So. It seems like Fednet's database is more unreliable than a marine in combat. So, I'm having to re-record this shit for the third fucking time now. Real sick of your shit, Fednet.
Matthew Russell Squires, ID number T-P one-eight-zero-two-eight-six. As of recording, holding the rank of sergeant. If I'm to get wasted, that's there for reference. So, since this is my third fucking time redoing this shit, I'm gonna summarize most major previous events and go over some more major recent ones. I don't give a shit personally, but if someone ends up listening to this - maybe you'll care more than me.
- My first drop was Shoreridge III. I was there when Sorrentino lost his leg, I was there to save two of my friends. Within twelve hours of contact, I had made private. By the end of the campaign, I was a private first class. My buddy Grieger and I were left to die during an artillery barrage by Mason Lexious - but as evidenced by this log, I'm still here. My buddy Bryant was caught in the same overpass collapse - he got away better than Sorrentino, though.
- Xi Shi II was my first time deploying as a corporal. It was also the first time I had met Shields and led a patrol as an A/SGT. I was awarded a DSM with V device for valorous action in the face of an enemy attack.
- Boarding my first Sanctuary dreadnought led to me catching six rounds of hollow point to the chest at point blank. Got tanked. Miracle I'm still here.
- Boarding my first pirate vessel led to me saving Chuck Malone, and highlighted O'Neill as being worth his salt.
- O'Neill's death, as orchestrated by the spooks up in Intel, rocked the whole vessel. It took away one of the only competent sergeants we had, and stuck my girlfriend into a coma. I'm happy that fuck Lieberman was hanged, and I believe that it's befitting for Ziola to get stuck in a wheelchair again.
- Our first victory against the Progs was a welcome surprise. I covered York and Hawkins as they rushed to take out two Prog Walkers. Showed the change in tide against the wannabe TRON fucks. Let's hope we can maintain that momentum.
As of late, there hasn't been much going on. We've had a string of fatalities - first Westervelt, then Rose and Mardezano. They're combat fatalities - nobody to blame for them. I'm hoping I'm not the next one up. Shields' ex is back on the ship. Some scrawny fucker named Atkins. I don't think he grasps the concept that whatever he and Shields had isn't on file - if it was, I wouldn't have been able to file papers. He threw a fit when I mentioned she was with me, then Williams and I found him in her room bawling his eyes out. If he tries to creep on her and I catch wind of it - it won't end up well for him. I guess I've made a name for myself up in battalion. Colonel Davidson himself promoted me to sergeant and had me lead a drop to cover General Martin as he delivered a propaganda piece to the rest of Sanctuary space. I retained it and got drunk with him, Hawkins, and Sorrentino after the fact. Maybe I'm his next Solomons and he'll try to turn me into some kind of husk? Who knows.
Squires, signing out.
//:END RECORDING
//:ENTRY TWO; VOICE - 192KPS 3/27/98
Spoiler//:BEGIN RECORDING - 192KPS AUDIO QUALITY
AUDIO RECORDING ERROR. CANNOT BE PLAYED.
//:END RECORDING
//:ENTRY THREE; VOICE - 192KPS 7/11/98
Spoiler//:BEING RECORDING - 192KPS AUDIO QUALITY
Yeah - this still exists. Bringin' it back after -- three or four months.
So, if you somehow managed to find this recording and also manage to know me, you're probably saying "Aren't you supposed to be dead?" Well, I'm not. The next question, obviously is, "Where the fuck have you been?" -- which, to everybody's surprise -- I've been alive. I know, big shocker. Besides the obvious, I've been on quite the adventure. Let's start with my neur-- neuro-- nerve damage.
Yeah, after I got lashed, shit started to heal the wrong way. It wasn't pleasant. I got transferred off the Grant to the Durant for treatment, then to the Waterloo, then to the San Jacinto. None of them could help me. But, the San Jacinto was headed to Cassandra, so I got permission to tag along. When I got to Cassandra, I was admitted to the Camp John Basilone Medical Facility for treatment, which was successful. As a test, they had me "tag along" with an infantry battalion doing drills on Rhohan. Well - I got drunk with my old friends, I got drunk with my family, I got drunk with random people - it was pretty bad ass. Went back up to Cassandra and they handed me a slip of paper which ruined all of my fun; "to be transferred to the one-hundred-and-twelfth Mobile Infantry battalion immediately."
Hope you fuckers missed me.
//:END RECORDING
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COMPILING... ACCESS GRANTED; SQUIRES, MATTHEW RUSSELL ID:180286-080417
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Facial reference;
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Theme song (?);
SpoilerGeneral information;
//:FULL NAME: SQUIRES, MATTHEW RUSSELL
//:SEX: MALE [NATURAL]
//:AGE: 23
//:DOB: 12/22/2275
//:POB: NEW AUSTIN, RHOHAN, AHO ERIDANI SYSTEM
//:EDUCATION:
PRESCOTT HIGH SCHOOL [GRADUATED]
ICC TRADE SCHOOL [PASSED, 2ND LEVEL WELDING TECHNOLOGIES]
//:TRAINING:
COMBAT INFANTRYMAN'S COURSE [PASSED]
COMBAT LIFE SAVER COURSE [PASSED]
ADVANCED COMBAT LIFE SAVER COURSE [PASSED]
//:HEIGHT: 6'0
//:WEIGHT: 183LB
//:BUILD: MESOMORPHIC
//:BLOOD TYPE: B POS
//:EYE COLOR: GRAY
//:HAIR COLOR: BROWN
//:ALIGNMENT: NEUTRAL - UCF
//:CRIMINAL RECORD: N/A
Service record;
//:BRANCH: MOBILE INFANTRY
//:CLASS INFORMATION: CASSANDRA MOBILE INFANTRY CLASS 210, 17/134
//:UNIT: 6TH MID, 3RD BRIG., 112TH BAT., A CO., 3PLT - REDEPLOYED
FORMERLY OF 4TH MID, 232ND MI REG., 2ND BRIG., D CO., 3PLT - STATIONED ON CASSANDRA
//:PAY GRADE: E-5
//:RANK: SERGEANT
//:DEPLOYMENTS: 2 COMPLETED, 1 ONGOING
//:TOURS: 1 COMPLETED, 1 ONGOING
//:AFFILIATES - INDIVIDUALS IN RED MAY HINDER COMBAT EFFECTIVENESS
//:COMMANDING OFFICER - CPT BENTLY, SEBASTIAN
//:SECTION LEADER - N/A
//:NCO INSTRUCTOR - N/A
//:REGISTERED PARTNER - N/A
//:AWARDS
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DISTINGUISHED SERVICE MEDAL WITH 'V' DEVICE, VETERAN COMBAT MEDAL
COMBAT ACTION MEDAL, MOBILE INFANTRY SERVICE RIBBON, PURPLE HEART WITH 4X BRONZE STAR DEVICES, CITATION FOR MERITORIOUS SERVICE, CIVIL WAR CAMPAIGN RIBBON, FEDERAL DEFENSE MEDAL, COLONY PROTECTORATE RIBBON
//:ACHIEVEMENTS;
//:BATTLEFIELD COMMISSION TO PVT FOR VALOROUS ACTION - ADMINISTERED BY SGT SORRENTINO, FRANCO
//:CREDITED WITH RESCUING TWO SQUAD MATES IN CRITICAL CONDITION WITHIN HAZARDOUS ENVIRONMENTS
//:ASSISTED IN APPREHENSION AND SUBSEQUENT EXECUTION OF DRACONIAN GOVERNOR
//:BATTLEFIELD COMMISSION TO LCPL FOR TACTICAL PROWESS - ADMINISTERED BY SSGT WALCROFT, ALLISON
//:PROMOTION TO CPL - ADMINISTERED BY SSGT WALCROFT, ALLISON
//:AWARDED DISTINGUISHED SERVICE MEDAL, COMMENDED FOR VALOROUS ACTION - ADMINISTERED BY MSGT SOLOMONS, TOM
//:PROMOTION TO SGT - ADMINISTERED BY SSGT WALCROFT, ALLISON
//:DISCIPLINARY RECORDS;
//:OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE - CONCLUDED, CHARGES DROPPED
//:DERELICTION OF DUTY - CONCLUDED, FIVE LASHES, DEMOTION TO LANCE CORPORAL
//:CLASSIFIED
Medical Information;
[NOTE - ALL MEDICAL RECORDS BEGIN AT ENTRY TO SERVICE.]
//:INJURIES AND WOUNDS
//:MULTIPLE INJURIES - TORSO, BACK - 5X LASHES - NONLETHAL, TREATED
//:HEAT STROKE - NONLETHAL, TREATED
//:FACIAL INJURY - SHRAPNEL LACERATION - NONLETHAL, TREATED
//:THIGH INJURY - SHRAPNEL LACERATION - NONLETHAL, TREATED
//:ARM INJURY, LEFT BICEP - BULLET WOUND, HIGH VELOCITY - NONLETHAL, TREATED
//:MULTIPLE INJURIES; L & R ARMS, L & R LEGS - SECOND DEGREE BURNS - NONLETHAL, TREATED
//:MULTIPLE INJURIES; L & R ARMS, FACE - SHRAPNEL LACERATIONS - NONLETHAL, TREATED
//:TORSO INJURY - BULLET WOUND, LOW VELOCITY - NONLETHAL, TREATED
//:ARM INJURY, LEFT BICEP - BULLET WOUND, HIGH VELOCITY - NONLETHAL, TREATED
//:ARM INJURY, RIGHT SHOULDER - BULLET WOUND, HIGH VELOCITY - NONLETHAL, TREATED
//:TORSO INJURIES; TORSO - 6X BULLET WOUND, HIGH VELOCITY - NONLETHAL, TREATED
//:MULTIPLE INJURIES - TORSO, BACK - 5X LASHES - NONLETHAL, TREATED
//:MULTIPLE INJURIES - TORSO - NEUROLOGICAL DAMAGE - NONLETHAL, TREATED
//:TORSO INJURY - IMPACT WOUND, BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA - NONLETHAL, TREATED
//:LEG INJURY - DISEMBODIMENT OF THE RIGHT LEG - NONLETHAL, TREATED
//:CYBERNETIC ENHANCEMENTS
//:BACK - SEEGSON MODEL B-102 NERVOUS SYSTEM ENHANCEMENT
//:R LEG - SEEGSON MODEL A-1801 BIOTECH LIMB, HYDRAULIC
Personal information;
//:COMPILING. . .
//:COMPILING. . .
//:FILE CORRUPTED
//:CONTACT SERVER ADMINISTRATOR - ERROR CODE 130748
Direct family - next of kin;
//:MOTHER - KRISTINA SQUIRES - ACTIVE
//:FATHER - THOMAS SQUIRES - ACTIVE
//:BROTHER - BENJAMIN SQUIRES - ACTIVE
//:BROTHER - CALEB SQUIRES - ACTIVE, 15TH MID, 111TH MI REG., 2ND BRIG., 14TH ENGI. BAT., F CO., 4PLT
//:SISTER - LANA KEYES - ACTIVE
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