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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/6/2016 2:38:18 PM
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Above courtyard A2, a loud [i]Crack![/i] was heard and was followed by a slipspace rupture which yielded a small, smoking, and damaged craft, which spiraled downward into the courtyard, and crashed, miraculously missing the tree and cardboard box
The craft (for those who had known either faction) was an NTR sparrowhawk fighter, painted black with a white arrow insignia, the emblem of the Arrowhead smuggler crew
The cockpit was shut, and it didn't seem like it would be able to be opened easily......
((Open))
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[spoiler]Inb4TreymanShowsUp [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]ib4plsdosilver'sstalkinghim[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Just go look for him dude XD[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]lol you can respond to my next post, I'll just have him recovering in the medical area[/spoiler]
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Edited by Dougie: 10/11/2016 12:26:31 AM[i]Seeing a crashing ship was enough to coax Lycoris off her couch in the lounge. She walked over to the crashed ship, observing the wreckage. Deciding it was worth her time to check this out, she used a biotic throw to blow off the top of the the ship. She then walked up to see if there was anyone inside still alive.[/i]
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no response, the ship was empty after several others had shown up
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[i]She walks forward and jumps inside, her biotic shield keeping the smoke away from her face.[/i] "Anybody home?"
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nothing. the only pilot had been pulled out by a man standing nearby, and the inside was filled with smoke
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[i]After exploring the craft for a few minutes and finding nothing, she blasts a hole through the side and starts walking out.[/i]
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you heard a weak response coming from the piolt "watch......the.....-blam!-in....paint....." his voice was boyish and his body young, maybe 15
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"Yeah yeah..."
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BUMP BECAUSE DUCK IM LAZY OKAY
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 10/10/2016 5:24:37 PM[spoiler]Is this right after the fight with Silver or a while afterwards?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]not too long after[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Okay then. I'll wait a while until I reply to one of your posts then. [/spoiler]
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Edited by TwiggierTiger22: 10/10/2016 1:18:38 PM[b]The Genellian Airspace Control was just gonna ignore this one. This was [i]not[/i] their month.[/b]
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Sawyer had sat two feet away from where the ship departed and crashed into the Dojo courtyard, and the sight was really not out of the ordinary around these parts. He still sat there with a lit cigar between his lips and sighed as he got up, curious about the half-destroyed white insignia laying on the crest of the ship, burned off in orbit. He looked at the dark cockpit half submerged in the ground. It was yellow, glowing with sparks flaking off, the creases of the door welded shut by the heat and pressure of crash-landing. He grabbed the barrel of the rifle sitting on his back and sighed. It was an ordinary looking rifle for the most part, crusted blood pervading some of the gun, scratches and tears in the weapon, most of it jury-rigged back to functionality with duct tape and spare parts. Dogtags were infused into the side of the gun, each marked with the symbol of a circle and triangle overlapping and unique ID for each soldier they belonged to. He stuck the gun into the most jagged opening of the cockpit door, prying with all his might to undo the effects of the heated crash. The metal slowly ripped apart, Sawyer using his gun as a crowbar, and eventually the door popped off. He sighed with exhaustion and threw his gun down, smoke rushing out of the ship in a whir. With some begrudging sense he jumped into the fray, one hand over his nose and mouth, the other over his eyes. He called through the rushing gray for any survivors still remaining.
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there was no response, save for a light groan as the lone pilot tried to get up and failed, you recognized that voice....... the smoke began to clear, and you saw a lean figure with the gangly limbs and stature of youth, and you also seemed to recognize the cloak and armor the figure wore, even though it was torn and tattered, and there was blood, machine oil, and fur caked around the chest piece from three wounds ....It was alpha
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Sawyer thought he'd heard the the voice of someone he knew, the interior of the relatively small and nimble fighter craft known to him already, though through the smoke and growing flame it was hard to distinguish anything. His eyes stung from the smoke that rushed into them, yet he forged ahead, identifying and grabbing the body of the small person trapped inside. It was an easy lift, as Sawyer was strong and the person he lifted was small and frail with blood loss. However, he'd felt the fur of the person under his hand, knowing that he wasn't human. Sawyer emerged with haste from the bowels of the burning ship. Plumes of smoke and rabid fire ascended into the air and danced across the carcass of the vessel. He laid the creature he rescued on the concrete gingerly but still maintaining his frantic speed, barely able to see with his eyes watering with burning pain. He brushed his eyes and cleared from them the water, only to see the misshapen creature was Alpha. He felt surprise for a brief moment, but any trace of it was absent from his face. Sawyer searched over his comrade's body, looking for mortal injuries and burns.
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he was burnt under the armor in many places, his fur retaining the smell of charcoal so common around smoke, and he had many cuts and bruises besides the wounds on his chest, but after a second glance you knew he was only alive due to the fact that he had synthetic organs implanted awhile ago, and he needed medical help his helmet was on, and the cracked telescopic sights along the side shifted as he slowly began to move, waking up, but whimpering in pain as soon as he woke up
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[b]Lego walks up[/b] I said that the cockpit lock was dodgy, they should've listened...
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no response, the ship was silent save for the occasional spark from its ruined systems
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[b]He looks inside[/b]
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the window was obscured by smoke, dirt, and oil, you couldn't see who was inside
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[b]he draws a HF sword and cuts the window open [/b]
