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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by A Stormy Dio:
11/29/2016 12:57:05 AM
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[i](Outside of Dojoville, 2:30 am)[/i]
*The memories...they were flashing through her again and again. Some sort of people, dying from some kind of alien. Planets destroying one another; another showing some type of object falling toward it; then, a bright flash, a rundown of people she didn't know, whose faces she didn't recognize. Another bright flash, and she was in some kind of ship. Another pilot's face she didn't recognize; two women and a robot of some kind; then, another flash.*
*Some more memories flowed through her, bits and pieces of it. This same ship both escaping some sort of nuclear device and going into a debris field to escape giant eyes. One of the women yelling about how she "betrayed everything they were fighting for." More explosions. A four eyed monster, of sorts. Charging into a giant particle beam while someone was firing a giant laser. Then, she saw herself, shooting some type of tube, leaving an explosion in its wake.*
Gasping for air, she feels pain. EVERYWHERE. Multiple scars, bruises, and scratches could be seen, dents and holes in her current armor. She seemed to be in some sort of forest, as she locates her Halifax Heavy Pistol. She crawls to it, already losing strength, grabbing it and holding up against a tree. She looks toward her Omni-tool, as it flickered on and off.
"No medi-gel. Damn it." She mutters to herself, her pistol loaded, as she points it in the direction of any sound; even the sound of a shrub pushing, or the birds in air. She couldn't see what was coming; hell, her pistol was the only thing even light up.
[spoiler]Open; intro to the FemShep. Whoever gets the references in the second paragraph gets a cookie.[/spoiler]
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medi... Gel? *A man clad in some sort of armor from a military from a distant place stands behind her, standing next to him a woman in her early twenties. They look normal, except that the girl has no mouth and appears to be... Dripping. Dripping silver liquid from the visible parts of her body. She looks at herself dripping and slowly walks behind the man, who smiles and turns to her, saying some comforting words to her in a soft whisper, which she nods to and gets out from behind him* man: I'm sorry, but I don't know what medi Gel is.
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"It's...something that could heal me...that's all." She responds, trying to move the pistol to the two. She didn't seem much of a threat; it was most likely for self-defense over actual bloodlust. She trembled as she pointed the pistol toward this man, in case she tried to kill him.
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Woah, ma'am. *He takes his own gun off his back, the girl hiding behind him*
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*She drops the pistol, clearly out of the pain she was in and sits there, staring at the man and the young woman.*
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*The man places the gun on his back and helps her up* Cmon, let's get you to the Dojo
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A shrill squeal was heard as she aimed at Snow as she stepped in a stick. She had been collecting mushrooms for a stew when the armored women appeared from nowhere.
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*She seemed very injured and could potentially need help right there. Her hand was trembling, to the point where she might've dropped the pistol right now. She still had it aimed at Snow, though not to the point of possible killing her.*
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Snow immediately smells the blood and knows she's hurt. She also notices her current condition. "Oh my gosh, you need help. Can you.. uh... stop aiming that at me? I cant really help if i have a gun to my face.."
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*She lowers the pistol, clutching that arm, as blood comes out of multiple spots, as her eyes looked at Snow. She clearly needed help, but didn't...trust Snow.*
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She sighed. Realizing it was nearly pitch black. Her eyes, as Fem had probably already noticed, glowed a soft silver. Her voice was rather young as well. "Im gonna light a glowstick, ok? No reason to shoot." She took a glowstick out of her satchel and cracked it, revealing her fox-like appearance. From her oddly bent ankles to her muzzle and ears. She wore a simple red hoodie and grey sweatpants she folded up at her knees. She held her hands up to show she wasnt a threat. "Now, can i help you or no?"
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*She takes the hand, though she slightly yelped out in pain from the injuries of her leg and arms.* "What...what species are you even?" She barely gets out. "You don't look like anything I've seen."
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"I used to be a normal arctic fox.. i dont like to talk about it but you clearly need medical help. I have some morphine and coagulants in my bag, if you would let apply them i'd be able to bandage any cuts or sew any gashes."
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"Anything to...get rid of this pain." She responds, analyzing the arctic fox in front of her. She pulls out some sort of canister. This contained an old friend's cure to the Krogan genophage.
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"Whats that?" she asks while she injects some morphine into her neck, numbing, but not disabling, anything below her neck.
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"Something from an old friend. You know someone who creates medicine here...or anything?" She asks Snow, looking to the fox taking away the injury on her stomach.
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"There's an entire medical staff at the Dojo, a few clicks from here. I could take you there but you'd have to promise not to question my transport methods."
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"Sure...though I'm not too sure how your gonna transport me here." She responds, coughing some more.
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"Just try not to freak out." She puts a hand-paw-thing on her shoulder and in the blink of an eye they're in the Dojo's medical wing. Unnoticeably, a greyish dust falls from her other hand.
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*She seemed surprised at that.* "Wh...What was that?" She asked, a little panicked by the suddeness of her movement.
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"Teleport stone. Its...not from around here. A dead friend gave it to me a few years after he died... Also don't ask. Its an even longer story. Anyway, here we are."
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"I...." she mustered up to say, before falling into unconsciousness from the pain.
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A branch snaps somewhere off to her left a little ways.
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*She points the pistol towards the direction of the branch.* "I swear, if a Varren is here..." she mumbles to herself, pistol ready to fire at whoever it was.
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Cannon walks into her view, instantly freezing at the sight of her pistol. "Why do I allways end up in these situations..." He mutters quietly, raising his hands in the universal 'don't shoot me' position.
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*She drops the gun due to her massive injuries, trying to breath and all. Tears in her armor, face...Pretty much everywhere we're shown, blood dripping out of these spots.*
