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originally posted in:The New Dojo
3/23/2017 4:42:51 PM
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"I guess so...heard he's got the stealth of his father." She had said, tossing a dagger to herself.
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"Eh. Wasn't much but it was something." [b]Coming out of his own room was Ghost, fully Armoured and rearing to go [/b] Ghost: "Morning."
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"Morning, Brother." Vel replied, before going to the fridge to search for something to eat. "Still have about a day before the meeting; wanna explore the Citadel while we're at it?" She asks the two.
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Ghost: "I actually have someone to meet. So it's just the two of you today." Scorch: "How the hell do you already have someone to meet?" Ghost: "I know people."
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"You...know someone? From the Citadel? Is it the Conseort Sha'ira? Some weapons maker?" Vel had asked Ghost, grabbing a banana from the fridge.
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Ghost: "Does it matter? I'll be back in the afternoon. Maybe tonight."
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"Alright; don't get yourself killed, though." She says, looking to Scorch. "You up to check out the Citadel?"
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Scorch: "Might as well. Certainly could be interesting."
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"Ay. Let's go then." She had said, grabbing her biker jacket with her and her M-11 Suppressor. [spoiler]Timeskip?[/spoiler]
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[b]Scorch nodded, walking towards the door [/b] [spoiler]Yeah. Skiip [/spoiler]
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[i](4 hours later, The Presidium Commons)[/i] The entire commons were busy, multiple chorus of Epcot singing their Christmas songs on podiums all across the Commons. Different species were mingling with each other, across the Commons. Vel was talking with a salarian nearby, who was offering her some type of pistol called "the Scorpion" which was STG-based.
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[b]Scorch was several feet away, speaking to a vendor that seemed to be serving a wide variety of foods [/b]
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It happened to be a volus, who was asking for his order. "We...*breathes* serve all types as of Earth-clan and dextro-amino...*breathes* delicacies. What would you like to order...*breathes*?"
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"Ya got any nutrient bars?"
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The volus proceeds to go to the back and had placed 4 nutrient bars in front of him. "Choose *breathes* your pick."
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"I'll take all four. How much?"
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"*breathes* 550 credits." The volus had said, as a limping man and what seemed to be an assistance droid walked passed Scorch.
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[b]The Hunter transferred over six hundred [/b] "Keep the change." [b]The bars disintegrated and he turned towards Vel [/b]
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Velinnea was still talking to the salarian, talking about some Blood Pack Executioner pistol laid out in front of him. The limping man looked to Scorch. "Um, could you, um... help me with something, sir?"
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[b]Scorch shifted his gaze to the man [/b] "What do you need??"
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"Can you pick that up for me? Kinda don't wanna break my spinal cord more times that it's already had." The limped man had said, mumbling something about the Omega-4 Relay in the process.
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[b]Scorch looked towards whatever was needed and picked it up [/b] "Here we are." [b]The Hunter said, passing it to the man [/b]
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*It seemed to be some kind of helmet. N7, by the looks of it.* "Uh...thanks, man." The man responded, before mumbling, "Now...where are you, EDI?"
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"What's the helmet for, if you don't mind my asking? Couldn't be for you.. Could it?"
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"No, HELL no. Vrolik's Syndrome dosen't exactly make you an N7 in your life. It's a gift...from a friend. Joined the N7 Corps...lost it, got it back a few years later...I got to keep it...along with the ship as well." He had said. This explained why parts of the helmet looked like they were damaged or burnt.
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"A ship? I'd assume you're the pilot then? Maybe engineering?"
