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Number four in the Colours of War saga see the introduction of the last of the main characters (at least those that i've planned.) The next story goes back to Pvt Carter in the Alara region. Anyways, comment and enjoy! The Colours of War The Faithful Part 1 of the Capture of Port Saphire Steam rose off Hikawa RyutaroÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s head as the sea spray washed over him. He lent further forward on the safety barrier to try to catch as much spray as possible. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅCareful Hikawa, drowning after falling off a lander isnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t the most heroic death.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

ya, good poem, different and pensive. Not genius, but a damn good piece of work. 8/10 kittens. I love kittens also. They go great with ketchup.

well it looked ok on my spellcheck... say Xewleer, what happened to the review deal with sephy? i have 2 more of these things ready to go

The Colours of War The Pilots Part 1 of the Kessel Raid The summer afternoon sky was a brilliant deep azure, the blazing sun lancing straight through Karl MarkenÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s shades. There wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t a cloud in the sky. His Thunderbolt, Serial 743, was running perfectly, all systems green. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅCutlass flight, this is cutlass leader. Turn 40 degrees right on my mark. Mark.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Ok... I wrote this as a blog for my myspace n its gone down well, so I figured I'd post it here. Its basically a story of my experiences in Spain three years ago. Enjoy. The Story of the Que Fuerte Well, J has written 3 damn impressive blogs, so I thought id give it a shot with the 1st Spanish exchange. Whether IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll get Kudos or lynching is another matterÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ Note: Firstly, I apologise to any real gods and ask everyone to remember that all religions are true for the given value of truth. Secondly, this is not an exact account of the Spanish exchange, my memories are vague at best and some of the facts may have been changed slightly for a cheap laugh. Finally, to the RosalesÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s, if youÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re reading this, donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t for one second think that I didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t have the best time en tu casa, you know how much I love you guys! Part 1: A brave leap sideways As I waved to my family as the bus lurched out of the school gates, the reality of what I was doing dawned on me. I had allowed myself to be taken on a two-week exchange trip to Spain, where I would stay with a Spanish family. In their house. On my own. Oh [cabbage]. We were going. There was no backing out or dodging or putting off or hurriedly changing the subject anymore, it was actually happening. What was I thinking? I didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t even want to go, I only signed up to stop my mother from harassing me about it. My Spanish was bollocks and I would be on my own. Well, thatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s not strictly true, I told myself and looked around the bus as discreetly as possible to see who I knew. Behind me was Dan, Josh and Jamie, who were vague friends from breaks and lunches, with Ku, LozÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s friend in my Spanish class. Then there was Rhi, a girl in my form who I got on OK with. She was clearly an exchange old timer, daughter of the teacher in charge with an exchange partner who came to England once a year. Then there was Liz Radley and Kate Allen, the other two girls in my year. Behind them was an assortment of imposing (to me) older kids. To my front was Jakki Moxon in her trademark flowery dress and an anoraked-up short guy with a faintly worried expression. I was later to discover that he was Mr John ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅThe LockÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

cheers larrr very stupid question again, but... which month now?

ello all hate to moan, but where is my review? :-k

either of you guys can do mine. Coz I have the next 3 Colours of War done and ready to go :D

say Sephy, when is my next review up? I don't mean to complain, just to clarify n whatnot

hellu! can one of you review the next installment of The Colours of War please? it be here: http://forum.tip.it/viewtopic.php?t=678731

The Colours of War The Old Salts Part 1 of the Cadarian Sea Conflict All that could be heard was the deep thrum of The Sea HawkÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s twin diesel/gas turbines and the mournful creaking of the cabin slowly tilting from left to right. What a bunch of misfits, Alexi Kolmya thought to himself as he surveyed the ships officers before him. Captain Kolmya slowly gazed at each one in turn. He started with Lieutenant Valmir, the weapons department commander. Despite the fact that he was standing rigidly to attention, he seemed poised to leap into action. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅSo, Mr Valmir, you are the Weapons Officer.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

this looks great so far - looking forward to seeing more of it

how about mine?

how about mine?

sounds fair. i look forward to my review!