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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/16/2017 9:46:01 PM
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He finishes the sip, swallowing.
"Basically. I don't own it, but the owner is never around anyway, so I run the place."
He seemed in a normal, calm mood. Not too energetic in any particular way, just calm.
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"Ay, makes sense." [b]Royal's coffee arrived and he took a sip [/b]
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Q took another sip of his orange soda. "So what's been going on?"
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"Regarding what? Quite a bit actually if you think about it. Non cannon attack on the dojo, a famous senator was Assassinated, a missing platoon was found, most of them Dead."
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"Who was in the platoon?" he asked, concerned. His tone obviously showed it.
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"Sargeant Marker, you might know him. Luckily, he was one of the men that made it out."
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Q nods, relieved. "Who didn't make it?" he asked, wondering if he knew any of them from the Invasion.
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"Privates Sully, Nate, Sam, Dean, Neal, Caffrey, Peter, Burke, Bill, Murray. Recognize any of them?"
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He nods. "Im pretty sure a lot of them helped me out with locking down and securing my cafe.." He sounded saddened by the news.
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"Probably. They were part of his squadron. Marker's taking it roughly, this was the first time he had men die under his watch." [b]Royal sighed as he took a sip of coffee [/b]
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"Who took them?" he asked, sounding a little grim.
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"It was a terrorist group that's recently risen up. Call themselves 'The Known, Unknown.' quite weird."
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"Hm.." he said, pausing. He seemed to dismiss an idea before talking again. "Would I be able to talk to Marker sometime soon?"
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"Yeah, I could always take you to him..."
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"Thanks. When would you be able to do that?" he asked, taking another sip from his jar.
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"You wanna go now?"
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Quincy nods, genuinely worried for his friend. His concern was clearly visible in his face. "Sure. The sooner the better."
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[b]Royal stood. [/b] "Let's go then, shall we?"
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Q stood, cracking his back real quick as he had been sitting there a while. "Alrighty, where to?"
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"Med Bay. We're keeping him under watch."
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"Why? He have PTSD?" he asks, moving towards the door.
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"Not exactly. This was his first mission with a squadron. That's why."
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"Oh. So..trauma?"
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"Alright, he's fine. Completely fine. But we're watching him just in case."
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"Ah, ok. Well, lets go then." he said, walking to the door. "You're coming, right?"
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"Yeah, of course." [b]Royal entered the med Bay, walking down a white hallway [/b]
