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CoH -Keeping the FaithKeeping the Faith by Christian O'KaneCoH -Keeping the Faith
Being a officer in the American army did have its advantages unfortunately for Colonel Haslett today had none of them. Fort Benning, Georgia was always a busy place. Parachute training, the 3rd infantry division, four infantry brigades, a ranger battalion, a heavy combat brigade and the army infantry center and school meant that the installation had over 120,000 soldiers there at any one time. That was not to mention the troops there that who were rarely mentioned in the press. The place he was visiting today was tucked into a quiet corner of the fort. It looked
by ~CaptFox
CoH Story: Another BeginingA New Start by Christian O'Kane and Michael NastovCoH Story: Another Begining
"Where are you taking me?" Stealth asked. "You said we were going to your home?" He was a tall, thin man wearing a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a cloak. All of black. He was carrying a minigun. A small 7.62mm gatling gun powered by a small battery. On his back was something that looked like a backpack filled with some four thousand rounds of ammo for his gun.
The figure the man was following was far from human looking. It was taller than Stealth but a lot thinner weighing barely one hundred, forty pounds. Hi
by ~CaptFox
CoH Story - New StartSuperhero Tails by Christian O'KaneCoH Story - New Start
Sometimes life can be so unfair. Three months in basic and advanced training, jump school, surviving ranger training. Six tours in Iraq, Afghanistan and Kuwait. Tours in Kenya, Germany, Panama. Missions into Iran, Somalia, Ethiopia, Columbia and Ecuador. Wounded twelve times decorated and promotion to staff sergeant. And with all that what did he have to show for it in the press? A one line mention in his home town newspaper. "Private Misha Brightleaf graduates from Basic training."
Some idiot dresses up in freaky colored spandex tights and
by ~CaptFox
City of Heroes storyUnexpected ResultsCity of Heroes story
By Christian O’Kane
Even for the neighborhood of Kings Row the warehouse was run down. It’s wooden walls were weathered, rotted and covered with soot and grime. The windows were either covered with plywood or held only the remaining bits of broken glass. Long ago it had been home to a maker of buttons that had been sold to the King Garment Works. But plastic buttons in the 1960’s had replaced those made here of shell and bone. The maker had gone bankrupt and the building had lain seemingly empty since then. Still the roof was watertight, the walls were
by ~CaptFox
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