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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/11/2016 2:19:45 PM
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"I was doing maintenance on a wormhole generator when it malfunctioned and I was transported here... My parents were able to figure out how I was sent to another dimension and invented the slip drive. Both my cousin and my brother came here as a result of that. For my cousin, my parents came here in a ship and she got left behind when I sent them back. My brother wanted to just escape from it all and he got a friend to steal one and send him here as well... I think the only reason my parents haven't come back is because they started to go crazy when I [i]disappeared[/i] and have probably been discharged from the fleet and put in prison..." *His eyes have turned purple at the end and his ears droop down.* "But my family is here now... I wouldn't leave the Dojo for anything..."
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*nuzzles your neck* Sorry that happened to you... at least you can remember..
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"Yeah... I'm glad I'm here anyway... I met the love of my life and I even have a couple kids..."
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Wow. More than i could ever say about my life. Most of it's just a fuzzy, white blur.
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"Well, you're kind of a fuzzy white blur..."
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Well, that i know. Im just saying i cant remember much of anything
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"Ah, okay... Well I'm sure you'll get your memories back eventually..."
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Im half hoping so, and half hoping not. Remembering what i do remember is pretty nasty so...
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"What are you talking about?"
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Ill just leave it at this. Most of the stuff i came across in that ice cold desert is better off buried in snow and left there.
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"Oh... Okay... Well, we're almost at the Dojo..." *There's only about thirty more steps left.*
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*is just now feeling the soreness and fatigue of the long journey here* Thank heaven..
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*He reaches the gate and kicks it. You hear a beep and they slowly open.*
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*whistles* fancy
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"I come here with too much stuff to put down a lot so I rigged it so it would recognize me when I kick the gate..." *He says, walking in and making his way toward the infirmary.*
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Hm. So, how long have you been here?
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"Four years in all, two years in the Dojo."
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Wow. I dont think ive ever held a job for more than a week
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"Well, it does qualify as a job, but I just do it all because I want to, not for money."
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Makes sense. how far to the medical wing?
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"We're almost there... Don't worry..."
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Thanks again for carrying me. *has been trying to ignore my leg*
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"No problem. You aren't that heavy either which just makes you easier to carry." *He turns around, pressing his back against a door and pushing it open. Once he gets in he turns around and it seems like you're in a small, clean operating room.* "This place doesn't need to be big... A lot of people have their own infirmaries in space ships and stuff." *Sketch sets him down on the bed in the middle and steps back, looking for bandages.* "Okay... I'm no doctor... But bullet wounds are somewhat simple... Did the bullet pass straight through and how long have you had the wound?"
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Ive had it for close to a month. I had to dig it out with an icicle. And i cant get infections, something i leaned on my own.
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"Oh, well that's good... You should get better bandages though..." *Sketch comes back with some gauze and takes the bandage off of his leg. Sketch wraps the gauze around his leg over some extra padding over the open wound.*
