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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/5/2016 1:41:20 AM
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[spoiler]Finally some one that actually uses the guard without trying to kill them or just flat out ignoring them.
Thank so much. [/spoiler]
[b]The voice that answered was gruff, as if demanding answers [/b]
"Who the hell are you?"
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[spoiler]lol shyt everyone shoots at the guards XD?[/spoiler] "Ehh just some old smuggler at this point I guess. F_ckers knocked the damn flight assist out so I just jumped to wherever the hell I'm at now. Heh hang on I'll turn off the cloak" What looked like what could have been nothing more than a escape pod sized cruiser suddenly grew to the size of a decent sized space cruiser on the radar.
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[spoiler]Legitimately they either kill the guard like they're useless red shirts from star trek or they just ignore them and raid the village [/spoiler] "Well you're in the milky way galaxy. Approaching the dojo, we can give you passage fuel anything you need."
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"Haha great! Got a spot in mind for a landing? I could probably get this ol boy on the ground without causing too much a ruckus."
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"Feel free to land in any of the empty hangars."
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Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 12/5/2016 3:00:25 AMThe ship lazily flies over to a hanger bay with a scorch mark on the side along with a collection of dents and holes on the hull the ships landing gear drops out and it slams into the ground. After a few seconds the hatch opens with a man in a unique set of gear seemingly mix matched and painted over. He takes off his helmet. The man's hair is peppered with grey but his face is still decently young. He looks around the place a little surprised to see knights walking around next to androids and space marines. "Well then, sure picked a hell of a place to touchdown. Wonder if they got my favorite brew" http://i.imgur.com/5sWOFic.jpg
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[b]The man that spoken over the comms could be heard, speaking to the man [/b] "Welcome, to the land of tomorrow! Also known as the Dojo. I, am Captain Allister. Who might you be?"
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"Your local boy scout here selling popcorn. Nah I'm just messin. Been going by Flatline for a while. Kind of a nickname I ended up with on a mission some years ago. Guess it just stuck"
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"Flatline? Sounds familiar...."
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"Huh, sure you haven't been wandering around a hospital for a while?"
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"Yeah I'm positive. You ever hear of Madfall?" [spoiler]This is entirely your choice, but criminals do tend to learn of another's actions at some point in their "career"[/spoiler]
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"Hopefully you aren't talking about me landing boy!" He let's out a laugh at his own joke before settling back down. "Well figuring you know who I am and you haven't tried to put one between my eyes I guess I'll listen to what this 'Madfall' is"
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"Not that it matters or anything. Just wondering."
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"Ehh gonna need to patch up the scarab but I may as well see what your crew is all about. Hell, maybe make a bit of coin as a soldier again."
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"We're a mercenary group. Performing heists, taking out high value targets and so on."
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"Alright then, sounds like my kind of work. Say you guys aren't dedicated to one client right?"
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"Of course not!"
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"Good good, have a circle of clients I usually deal with so as long as I can work with them, I'll work with your crew"
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"Mutual alliance then?"
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"Works for me"
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[b]Allister extends a hand to Flatline [/b] "It's a pleasure."
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Flatline give a firm handshake wait a pat on the shoulder. "Pleasures all mine mate"
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"Enjoy yourself, the dojo is an excellent place."
