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2/23/2016 3:34:31 AM
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[b]A sudden jump outside of the central ship holding the crew bursts out of slip space rocking the entire freight slightly. With it comes the small speck of a transport, strangely colored white with little resemblance to any human form of technology lining the near systems. The ship comes slowly within contact with the main freight and docks onto a branching space docking station. Connecting with a silent hiss in the void of space the ship settles on the latter shutting off swiftly.
An unknown personnel carrier has docked, its time to investigate all crew members...[/b]
[spoiler]Open to All[/spoiler]
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[i]Then what shall what we do now?[/i]
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"I dont know"
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[i]mmm uninteresting this is[/i]
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"Well then let's explore the rest of the ship"
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Still recovering from an injury, Aveline walks towards the docking port, limping occasionally*
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[b]Suddenly a figure in white armor, small glowing luminescent lights on its helmet glowing as it slowly walks out of the ship and onto the freight. It sees you and holds a larger than average human armored hand up.[/b] [i]Dreggen Yor?[/i]
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"What..?" she covers a shrapnel wound with her hand, blood covering her fingers*
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[b]The figure looks at the wound, the helmet makes a few clicks from an earlier encounter with a crew member and speaks in a shaky translation you understand to some extent[/b] [i]Yuos... Arg hurta[/i]
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She pauses for a moment* "kind of.."
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[i]Ig.. Es newm herege... Ig wasg awogensk fromk myg cryog chagmer[/i]
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She tries to hold the wound shut*
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[b]The figure walks slowly over, any projectile based weaponry you would think to be on an unknown visitor doesnt appear to be on him[/b]
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She eyes him suspiciously as she grips her wounds tighter*
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[b]The figure only a foot or so away looks slightly down on you and at your wounds, he reaches out with his left arm towards the wounds slowly[/b]
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She continues watching*
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[b]He lightly touches the wound and a small white light on his helmet glowed slightly brighter, a white thin line of light lining the armor slowly shoots down from his back throughout his arm and up to his finger tip touching the wound. The white light turns into a white droplet of luminescent liquid before spreading slightly onto your injury, it quickly spider webs and branches outward sticking over the gash and before your eyes pulls the skin together and seals itself in a shell like form[/b]
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"The hell...?"
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[i]Medicine... Ig hask a smallg amountsk of et left[/i]
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"Oh.. Thanks.."
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[b]He suddenly shakes his head slightly as he comes back[/b] [spoiler]murph gave him a communicator[/spoiler] [i]I can oddly speak your language a bit more fluently now, but I must advise you not to be alarmed by my Karjan... I have a small amount left of it but it seems to be... Quite... Effective on humans[/i]
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[b]Calleach walks in rubbing his eyes, looking and the security droid already surrounding the craft. He was likely one of the only people still on board, where the others went, he didn't know, but he knew this ship was his problem. He observed the outside for any and all possible entrances.[/b]
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[b]There was only one small hallway like tunnel connecting the ship to the large freight of crux.. Suddenly the door to the unknown ship hissed as it started to slide open[/b]
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[b]Calleach put his hand on the hilt of his Multi-Tool, hoping it wouldn't come to combat. It was too early for combat.[/b]
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[b]Suddenly a figure in white armor, small glowing luminescent lights on its helmet glowing as it slowly walks out of the ship and onto the freight. It sees you and holds a larger than average human armored hand up.[/b] [i]Dreggen Yor?[/i]
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"Er... Get the translator-thingy droids!" [b]A few bots nearby scramble off.[/b]
