<span style='color:orange'><i> "I don't mind the fightin', but it's those dratted highboyz with lotsa rank that make me all chilly inside, if ya know what I mean" *I look sideways to the Commander to see if he just hear my last remark, hoping to god or the devil (whichever notices me first) that he hasn't...* </i></span>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*chuckles* "Well, he's cool" *stomch makes a rumbling sound* "Damn, I'm still hungry. Hey, Cyberoptic, let's go to the mess hall and get a bite. You can give me some background info on you, like specialties and stuff." *heads to mess hall, hoping there is still food*</u></span>
<span style='color:orange'><i> "Great idea P-Khan" *I walk with P-Khan to the mess hall* "I'm no especialist heh heh, jus' yer regular grunt. But I do have some way with xplosives 'n stuff, ya know. There was this one time at the camp when this liutenant was tellin' us grunts to move to this place with lots o' resistance. So me and mi mates we start movin', an turns out the demo dude gets a friggin' thingy on his head an drops on the ground all bleeding. Mi mates didn't notice, so I picked the pack, heh heh heh, and when' we reach this place with the resistance thing, while mi mates were shootting like there's no tomorrow, I justa sneaked to the back and put the whol' stuff there, ya know?. Then BOOM!!, like red rain all o'er the place, heh heh heh. <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo--> . But then the freakin' liutenant gave me the crap for somethin' about blowin' stuff up an' colateral crap... <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif'><!--endemo--> ."</i></span>
<span style='font-family:Geneva'><span style='color:red'><i> *Notices that Cyberoptic talks like a pirate. Thinks to self:* "Damn, this is boring as hell." *Grabs a bowl of slop and shovels it into mouth out of sheer boredom rather than hunger* </span></span></i>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*reaches mess hall* "Intresting, so you are good with explosives? That is very useful. Can open up new entrances and blow up locations" *grabs a plate of toasts, and looks for a table to sit. sees Foxtrot_Uniform sitting down and heads to the table* "Hey there, P-Khan's my name" *gives hand to shake* "You freshmeat also?"</u></span>
<b>wohoo!! Being friends with freshmeats!!! <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> </b>
<span style='font-family:Geneva'><span style='color:red'><i> *Barely able to believe someone is speaking to him, shakes p-khan's hand.* "Yeah, I'm one of the freshest. I'm ready to go though!" </span></span></i>
<span style='color:gray'><u>"Where were you before? Boot Camp also, like Cyberoptic here?" *eats a toast* "FOOD!! Man, I just can't get tired of it" *eats another toast* "The three greatest things God made: Food, Vodka and women"</u></span>
<span style='color:red'>"Can't disagree with the women part. Vrag's the name. Shooting things from very far away's the game. I guess you could call me freshmeat. Saw the battlefield, just didn't have time to do anything." *Refills flask with beer* </span>
<span style='font-family:Geneva'><span style='color:red'><i> *Takes feet off of table.* "Yeah... bootcamp. Bootcamp. Yikes. I remember it all very well. I didn't make it through there without doing a lot of pushups. I swear to God, the Drill Sarge had it our for me." *Looks around* "Speaking of ladies... are there any around?" *Lifts eyebrows inquisitively* </span></span></i>
<span style='color:blue'> *punches a few buttons* *summons up a moving Fade target* *shoulders CZU and opens fire* *empties clip, computer showing 38 hits* *Fade target is still bouncing around in joy* "What the ****? Damn manual lies again..." *brings out pistol* *clicks off clip in the traditional firing position, just for kicks* *computer reports 8 out of 10 hits* *Fade is still bouncing around* "****! Why that hacked stupid simulation...take my freaking pistol!" *me chucks my pistol at the fade* *it plays the death animation and the simulator ends* *me stands stunned for a few seconds* "Hmm...odd. I should tell the techies to fix this one." *crouches a bit and runs into the range* *picks up pistol* *gets hit by a little training round buckshot on the way out* *looks up at the LCD screen* "Aye, that's not funny." *LCD screen reports the occupant in range 16 killed the Terran with a Seriux Shotgun* </span>
<span style='font-family:Geneva'><span style='color:red'><i> "Anyone have any war stories to pass the time?" *Looks around for any takers* "I don't really have any great ones. One time, in training, i took out six hologram skulks with an LMG with only 1 magazine." </span></span></i>
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<span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='color:gray'>"Man, I wish you guys wouldn't drink so damned much. I swear, every last one of ya's gonna die of the liver." *Walks over to Delta, and wonders if he's ever gonna try that 'move' in the field. Takes the simulator, puts 3 skulks down, fires a first luck death shot, then 4 for the second, 5 for the third* "Its always easier here..."</span></span>
*Removes his hand from the alarm clock. White sees the time and mutters under his breath* "****. Forgot to put the time back." *He gets up, showers, and gets dressed. He then heads to to mess hall to see if there's any food left. Noticing P-Khan, he curses the Kharaa under his breath.* "Damnable overgrown bugs. Why can't they all bugger off back where they came from..." *gets some of the leftover bacon and eggs, and sits near P-Khan, not wanting to remain alone a minute more than necessary, on a base where the only people he knows, he knows only by reputation.*</i></span></span>
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<span style='color:yellow'>*Rolls out of bed, dresses and puts on uniform* "Yawn" *grabs revolver and amo case, plases cigar case in front right pocket* *Heads to breakfast* *Thinks: I wonder if the brass have processed my shotgun request form yet* </span>
<span style='color:red'>"Well, Pvt. White, Why don't you get to know them a little better than "reputation"? All of 'em are nice (whispers very audibly) Watch out for Viper thos.. koo koo." *Takes a drink* "Almost felt a buzz there. I wish there was some way to nuetralize these nanites for a minute. Hey Frosty. Shotgun eh? You might get one. Heard they found a cheaper way to make 'em so there more common." *Eyes Droop* "Well, I'm off to take a nap. Had a long rummy game las' night" *walks off to barracks*</span>
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edited August 2003
<span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='color:gray'>*After fooling around a bit more, he goes back to his quarters, and grabs himself his armor. The nanotech, suprisingly light, especially for the type of steel it is, fits like a second skin on him, and rolls the goggles back, revealing his face once more. He takes up his LMG, switches the safety on, wraps the strap around himself, and slings it back, then finally holsters his pistol, safety on. <i>Guns...never be home without em...</i> he thought.*</span></span>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*gets up* "Well, it's been great talking to you freshmeats. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go to my dorm. You guys want anything, go there." *heads back to dorm. The door opens up and reveals a room full of vodka bottles, a guitar and some electronics magazines hidding the bed* "All I need is a shower. Had too much vodka." *takes off clothes and enters a cold shower*</u></span>
<i><span style='color:orange'> *I look at Foxtrot* "War stories? heh heh, ya, I've got a few ones. There was this one time at the camp where the the sarge wanted us grunts to go an' spy some crazy n'stallation. So we all get out of camp and start movin' to this place. Then the demo dude (the new one), falls over this cliff. I couldn' catch 'im, but I got his backpack. So we reach this place and while mi mates are sneaking like there's no tomorrow, I place the whole thing at the feet of the thing there and then BOOM!!!, ya know?, like grey rain all o'er this place. <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo--> Then this sarge yells me through the mike somethin' 'bout blowin' up private things and somethin' 'bout collateral crap... <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif'><!--endemo--> " </span></i>
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<span style='color:gray'><span style='font-family:Arial'>*wonders to self <i>Who the hell let this guy into the TSA, and what weapon should I use on him?*(in reference to Cyberoptic)</i></span></span>
<i><span style='color:orange'> "That's why me got booted out of boot camp, ya know. Seems the sarge thought I was a dangerous grunt to have around heh heh heh." *I light another cigarrette and smile wickedly.* "So, what's yer story, why yer here?"</span></i>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*wanders off to mess hall and sees a couple more new faces* *sits down next to Khan and one of the new guys* "Hey..." *squints at name tag* "...Whitey. I'm Night Shade. Call me Night, Shade, oi you, MEDIC!, anything's good." *grins* *overhears talk about what people were doing before they signed up with the TSA* "Hmm, I never told anyone this before, but back before I signed up I was actually studying medicine at New Oxford University. Doing pretty well, actually. I had a big fight with my parents tho, and decided to sign up with the TSA to teach em a lesson, you know how it is. Shortly after enlisting in boot camp, I decided to drop out and head back...except that same day I got a letter saying they'd been killed in a Kharaa attack on a transport ship to one of the frontier worlds." *pauses for a moment* "Anyway, after that I kept going with the training, and I overheard the lieutenant and the sarge talking about the TSA's dire need of good medics. Couple days later I had a word with the lieutenant and got transferred to the med division after basic. So here I am."</span></span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Not really. I never liked my parents that much anyways. Its just that I no longer had anything to go back to, so I stayed here and decided to put what I'd learned to good use out here in the middle of nowhere. Anyway, enough about that. What about you, Foxtrot?"</span></span>
<b>Spin, my character is a 5th dan blackbelt in Hapkido, he's trained against knives, swords, guns, etc. Basically, if you tried to cut his hair, you'd find yourself on the floor with a pair of sizzers sticking out of your neck. Plus, he's still got it in for you for biting him, you gave him a good scar from that. Crab, Xect, I know that you probably couldn't remember, but my gun's a P229, the 228 fires 9mm rounds, the 229 fires .357 rounds.</b> <span style='color:orange'>"MY P229!!!!!!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT, I THOUGHT THIS THING WAS BLOWN UP WITH THE REST OF THE SHIP!!! HAHAHAAAA!! If I got back to Earth without this my dad would've killed me. And if anyone's wondering about the hair, let's just say I've got some contacts among the upper brass, plus officers have been nicer to me since they found out I can kill a man ten different ways with my bare hands. Don't know why." *walks over to firing range officer* "You wouldn't happen to have any gun polish and a rag would you?" *recieves polish and rag, begins to clean P229, after finishing:* "That should do it." *walks over to firing range and starts firing both P229s, one from Ed, one that was never lost in the W.T.Hell incident*</span>
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<span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='color:gray'>"My story? Well, its simple: I had nothing else better to do. My girlfriend was gettin a'bit sick of me back home, so I took the first chance to get out for a while, and get back here. So I'm just screwin around, really. I just wish I had more guns to mess with..." *takes out his slightly modded standard TSA gun, modded only to make bullet speed slower, to allow for more damage*"Ah....hmm, maybe I oughta name 'er. Anyone have a good name for this'un?"</span></span>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*gets out of shower and wraps self with a towel* "Knew that shower would do me good. I'm sober now. I just love nano-technology!" *shaves and puts on civilian clothes, resembling the clothes that the dudes from The Matrix uses* "Let me get my things ready, so if we need to go to another mission, I don't forget nothing" *grabs a metal box, full of stuff* "Hum..." *out of the box comes out the trusted electronic kit, used to repair and damage electric stuff. and a slightly modified knife, with a screw driver at one end, for unscrewing panels* "Something is missing.... But what?" *looks down at vodka bottle* "Of course!" *Throws a couple of vodka bottles inside the box. Then, gets inside standard armor, and puts Vladstock on holster. Then, head to mess hall* </u></span>
<span style='color:green'>*tucks away his carbine into a footlocker, keying the lock and entering a passcode* "This one isn't taken, right?" *heads over to the inventory recall equipment and recieves a standard-issue LMG and siedearm, field strips both and engages in conversation while cleaning* "This is my third assignment. Last one aboard the TSA Tempest before it was decommissioned, before that I was just another grunt on some backwater relay station. I actually got involved with the TSA through the flight training program. Unfortunately they wanted groundpounders, not aviators. So here I am." *reassembles LMG, moves over to the sidearm* "Name her after your girlfriend, heheh." *reassembles sidearm, takes a lookover and function check and fires one round down the range.*</span>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*hears everyone talk about war stories* "Me? I graduated from the Russian Acadamy and went to MIT to specialize myself in electronics. Then, I joined the TSA." *sits down on a chair* "I was in the mission of W.T. Hell and the Pluto Assault. Those two were my two main missions. Of course, I had others, since I was a Black-O...." *realizes I just said ***** *murmers to self* "stupid!" *looks around suspiciously*</u></span>
<b>The Pluto Assault is part of a second story I'm writing. Continuation of <a href='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/index.php?act=ST&f=6&t=38694&hl=' target='_blank'>The Lone Gunner</a> fan-fic I wrote some time ago <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--> </b>
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"I don't mind the fightin', but it's those dratted highboyz with lotsa rank that make me all chilly inside, if ya know what I mean"
*I look sideways to the Commander to see if he just hear my last remark, hoping to god or the devil (whichever notices me first) that he hasn't...*
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"Well, he's cool"
*stomch makes a rumbling sound*
"Damn, I'm still hungry. Hey, Cyberoptic, let's go to the mess hall and get a bite. You can give me some background info on you, like specialties and stuff."
*heads to mess hall, hoping there is still food*</u></span>
"Great idea P-Khan"
*I walk with P-Khan to the mess hall*
"I'm no especialist heh heh, jus' yer regular grunt. But I do have some way with xplosives 'n stuff, ya know. There was this one time at the camp when this liutenant was tellin' us grunts to move to this place with lots o' resistance. So me and mi mates we start movin', an turns out the demo dude gets a friggin' thingy on his head an drops on the ground all bleeding. Mi mates didn't notice, so I picked the pack, heh heh heh, and when' we reach this place with the resistance thing, while mi mates were shootting like there's no tomorrow, I justa sneaked to the back and put the whol' stuff there, ya know?. Then BOOM!!, like red rain all o'er the place, heh heh heh. <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo--> . But then the freakin' liutenant gave me the crap for somethin' about blowin' stuff up an' colateral crap... <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif'><!--endemo--> ."</i></span>
*Notices that Cyberoptic talks like a pirate. Thinks to self:*
"Damn, this is boring as hell."
*Grabs a bowl of slop and shovels it into mouth out of sheer boredom rather than hunger*
</span></span></i>
"Intresting, so you are good with explosives? That is very useful. Can open up new entrances and blow up locations"
*grabs a plate of toasts, and looks for a table to sit. sees Foxtrot_Uniform sitting down and heads to the table*
"Hey there, P-Khan's my name"
*gives hand to shake*
"You freshmeat also?"</u></span>
<b>wohoo!! Being friends with freshmeats!!! <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> </b>
*Barely able to believe someone is speaking to him, shakes p-khan's hand.*
"Yeah, I'm one of the freshest. I'm ready to go though!"
</span></span></i>
*eats a toast*
"FOOD!! Man, I just can't get tired of it"
*eats another toast*
"The three greatest things God made: Food, Vodka and women"</u></span>
*Refills flask with beer*
</span>
*Takes feet off of table.*
"Yeah... bootcamp. Bootcamp. Yikes. I remember it all very well. I didn't make it through there without doing a lot of pushups. I swear to God, the Drill Sarge had it our for me."
*Looks around*
"Speaking of ladies... are there any around?"
*Lifts eyebrows inquisitively*
</span></span></i>
*punches a few buttons*
*summons up a moving Fade target*
*shoulders CZU and opens fire*
*empties clip, computer showing 38 hits*
*Fade target is still bouncing around in joy*
"What the ****? Damn manual lies again..."
*brings out pistol*
*clicks off clip in the traditional firing position, just for kicks*
*computer reports 8 out of 10 hits*
*Fade is still bouncing around*
"****! Why that hacked stupid simulation...take my freaking pistol!"
*me chucks my pistol at the fade*
*it plays the death animation and the simulator ends*
*me stands stunned for a few seconds*
"Hmm...odd. I should tell the techies to fix this one."
*crouches a bit and runs into the range*
*picks up pistol*
*gets hit by a little training round buckshot on the way out*
*looks up at the LCD screen*
"Aye, that's not funny."
*LCD screen reports the occupant in range 16 killed the Terran with a Seriux Shotgun*
</span>
"Anyone have any war stories to pass the time?"
*Looks around for any takers*
"I don't really have any great ones. One time, in training, i took out six hologram skulks with an LMG with only 1 magazine."
</span></span></i>
DEEDEEDEEDEE
DEEDEEDEE Crunch
*Removes his hand from the alarm clock. White sees the time and mutters under his breath*
"****. Forgot to put the time back."
*He gets up, showers, and gets dressed. He then heads to to mess hall to see if there's any food left. Noticing P-Khan, he curses the Kharaa under his breath.*
"Damnable overgrown bugs. Why can't they all bugger off back where they came from..."
*gets some of the leftover bacon and eggs, and sits near P-Khan, not wanting to remain alone a minute more than necessary, on a base where the only people he knows, he knows only by reputation.*</i></span></span>
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"Yawn"
*grabs revolver and amo case, plases cigar case in front right pocket*
*Heads to breakfast*
*Thinks: I wonder if the brass have processed my shotgun request form yet*
</span>
*Takes a drink*
"Almost felt a buzz there. I wish there was some way to nuetralize these nanites for a minute. Hey Frosty. Shotgun eh? You might get one. Heard they found a cheaper way to make 'em so there more common."
*Eyes Droop*
"Well, I'm off to take a nap. Had a long rummy game las' night"
*walks off to barracks*</span>
"Well, it's been great talking to you freshmeats. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go to my dorm. You guys want anything, go there."
*heads back to dorm. The door opens up and reveals a room full of vodka bottles, a guitar and some electronics magazines hidding the bed*
"All I need is a shower. Had too much vodka."
*takes off clothes and enters a cold shower*</u></span>
*I look at Foxtrot*
"War stories? heh heh, ya, I've got a few ones. There was this one time at the camp where the the sarge wanted us grunts to go an' spy some crazy n'stallation. So we all get out of camp and start movin' to this place. Then the demo dude (the new one), falls over this cliff. I couldn' catch 'im, but I got his backpack. So we reach this place and while mi mates are sneaking like there's no tomorrow, I place the whole thing at the feet of the thing there and then BOOM!!!, ya know?, like grey rain all o'er this place. <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
Then this sarge yells me through the mike somethin' 'bout blowin' up private things and somethin' 'bout collateral crap... <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif'><!--endemo--> "
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"That's why me got booted out of boot camp, ya know. Seems the sarge thought I was a dangerous grunt to have around heh heh heh."
*I light another cigarrette and smile wickedly.*
"So, what's yer story, why yer here?"</span></i>
*sits down next to Khan and one of the new guys*
"Hey..." *squints at name tag* "...Whitey. I'm Night Shade. Call me Night, Shade, oi you, MEDIC!, anything's good." *grins*
*overhears talk about what people were doing before they signed up with the TSA*
"Hmm, I never told anyone this before, but back before I signed up I was actually studying medicine at New Oxford University. Doing pretty well, actually. I had a big fight with my parents tho, and decided to sign up with the TSA to teach em a lesson, you know how it is. Shortly after enlisting in boot camp, I decided to drop out and head back...except that same day I got a letter saying they'd been killed in a Kharaa attack on a transport ship to one of the frontier worlds."
*pauses for a moment*
"Anyway, after that I kept going with the training, and I overheard the lieutenant and the sarge talking about the TSA's dire need of good medics. Couple days later I had a word with the lieutenant and got transferred to the med division after basic. So here I am."</span></span>
"So you have your own little score to settle eh?"
</span></span></i>
<span style='color:orange'>"MY P229!!!!!!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT, I THOUGHT THIS THING WAS BLOWN UP WITH THE REST OF THE SHIP!!! HAHAHAAAA!! If I got back to Earth without this my dad would've killed me. And if anyone's wondering about the hair, let's just say I've got some contacts among the upper brass, plus officers have been nicer to me since they found out I can kill a man ten different ways with my bare hands. Don't know why."
*walks over to firing range officer*
"You wouldn't happen to have any gun polish and a rag would you?"
*recieves polish and rag, begins to clean P229, after finishing:*
"That should do it."
*walks over to firing range and starts firing both P229s, one from Ed, one that was never lost in the W.T.Hell incident*</span>
"Knew that shower would do me good. I'm sober now. I just love nano-technology!"
*shaves and puts on civilian clothes, resembling the clothes that the dudes from The Matrix uses*
"Let me get my things ready, so if we need to go to another mission, I don't forget nothing"
*grabs a metal box, full of stuff*
"Hum..."
*out of the box comes out the trusted electronic kit, used to repair and damage electric stuff. and a slightly modified knife, with a screw driver at one end, for unscrewing panels*
"Something is missing.... But what?"
*looks down at vodka bottle*
"Of course!"
*Throws a couple of vodka bottles inside the box. Then, gets inside standard armor, and puts Vladstock on holster. Then, head to mess hall*
</u></span>
"This one isn't taken, right?"
*heads over to the inventory recall equipment and recieves a standard-issue LMG and siedearm, field strips both and engages in conversation while cleaning*
"This is my third assignment. Last one aboard the TSA Tempest before it was decommissioned, before that I was just another grunt on some backwater relay station. I actually got involved with the TSA through the flight training program. Unfortunately they wanted groundpounders, not aviators. So here I am."
*reassembles LMG, moves over to the sidearm*
"Name her after your girlfriend, heheh."
*reassembles sidearm, takes a lookover and function check and fires one round down the range.*</span>
"Me? I graduated from the Russian Acadamy and went to MIT to specialize myself in electronics. Then, I joined the TSA."
*sits down on a chair*
"I was in the mission of W.T. Hell and the Pluto Assault. Those two were my two main missions. Of course, I had others, since I was a Black-O...."
*realizes I just said *****
*murmers to self* "stupid!"
*looks around suspiciously*</u></span>
<b>The Pluto Assault is part of a second story I'm writing. Continuation of <a href='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/index.php?act=ST&f=6&t=38694&hl=' target='_blank'>The Lone Gunner</a> fan-fic I wrote some time ago <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--> </b>