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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/23/2017 10:33:35 PM
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"Kind of like the station actually. A hub of activity for our battle against the IMC. We don't have much, only nine fleets last time I checked."
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"Ah...heard it looked almost like Earth. Was it? I just heard from some Asari a few years back who happened to give me a little thing humans called 'a globe'. Nothing special, but seemed to be a nice little decoration." She replied.
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"Yeah it is fairly similar to earth. Much better in my opinion."
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"At, let's hope that this Alliance gives you some of those Thanix Cannons; they'll rip right through any ship, was from what I heard from a couple turian engineers. Turians have it on all their ships, Alliance has it on their dreadnoughts and a weakened version on their fighters, and the Quarians can help upgrade your Titans, maybe, if they get the technology." Silsia explains, as their food arrived.
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"Quarians are good with shielding right? That's what I heard."
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"Yeah...there's a reason why their Migrant Fleet has ships that are over 300 years old." Silvia replied, starting to chow down.
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"THREE hundred years?? Holy...." [b]Jack took off his helmet, revealing his middle aged face and his black hair. He wasn't good looking, but he certainly wasn't ugly either. He began chowing down, requesting some hot sauce from the waiter [/b]
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The asari seem to take in the features, before saying, "I'm taken; Merrick has me. But Val...she'll like your type of human male. I mean, she DOES need help dealing with her kid..." she hints, chuckling a little bit.
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[b]Jack looked up at her, raising a brow [/b] "That certainly came out of nowhere." [b]He laughed slightly, going back to the food [/b]
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"Well, it kinda is true. I've happened to know the Shadow Broker as well; we were good friends when the Citadel was attacked by Sovereign nearly 7 years back. I can't reveal it to you, but...she could provide info on the IMC..." she responds.
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"Info? What kind of info would you be referring to?"
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"Everything, really. Locations, patrol and ship movements, might even get some agents to do a bit of infiltration if she's nice. Use to be part of the Normandy, you know? Most advanced and well-known ship in this galaxy." The asari said.
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"I've heard of it. Run by Commander Shepard Right? Great gal from what I remember."
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"Yeah...Haven't heard from her in years though..." she said, as some sort of man in a blonde beard and hair combo ran up to Silesia, a shocked face on him. "Did you say Commander Shepard?" He asked, almost in childish manner.
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"Yeah... Something we can do to help you good man?"
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"I....want you to sign this!" He says, giving Jack a picture of himself. "Who are you?" The asari asked. "You forgot about me, Sil? It's me, Conrad Verner!" He yelled [spoiler] Going to sleep. G'Night![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Good night! [/spoiler] "Uh... Can I ask why exactly you want my signing? ' [b]He asked as he signed the picture [/b]
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[spoiler];)[/spoiler] "It's for my wife...and me personally. We heard back on Eden Prime that some Dojo people were coming; and now I'm standing right in front of one!" Conrad geeked, his enthusiasm levels way too high for a normal person.
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[b]He handed the picture back, smiling [/b] "Just make sure you don't tell anyone where we are."
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"Of course, Sir!" He replied, walking away from the couple. "Huh...that was a lot more calmer than I thought." She replies.
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"Sometimes, people aren't half bad."
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"I know, it's just...never mind." She had said, before pulling out a little gold bracelet, seemingly almost attached to the dang thing.
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"I did say sometimes didn't I?"
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 2/25/2017 4:44:03 AM"Yeah...sure." She responds, still staring at the bracelet.
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"Hey you okay there alien? What's up with the bracelet?"
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She shakes her head out of it. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sometimes I just get lost in my memories; nothing major."
