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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
12/16/2015 3:14:13 AM
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"Hey! Are you alright?" Mikaela arrives and stops next to the hunter. "Holy shit. You're hurt really badly. Can you stand up?"
[spoiler]I'm going to bed now. I'll respond in the morning.[/spoiler]
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"Agh. -blam!-! I don't think.... I don't know... What happened? One minute I was on recon for ikora and the next a fleet of a dozen or so ships land right on me!!" She rubs the back of her helmet and pulls her hand forward to reveal a bloodied glove "-blam!-... I probably have a concussion or worse..."
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A few meters to Mikaela's left, a thunk is heard from a damaged Arcadia-class Jumpship. The entirety of the right wing had been obliterated on impact, as had much of the frontal extremity, leaving only a bloodstained cockpit and a scratched left wing remaining. Upon closer inspection, however, there was movement behind the polarized window of the cockpit. Perhaps it would be wise to investigate.
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[b]a hunter in sojourn (year one) dead orbit armor walks up, nibbling a piece of toast, screaming at his ghost that toast is a color, when he crests a hill and sees the carnage[/b] Ghost: multiple guardians down! Firefly: nope *nibbles toast* Ghost: we have to help! Firefly: nope *nibbles toast more*
