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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/25/2017 3:49:39 PM
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"So how does that work?" Cylus asks, raising his brow "How can an exo like yourself taste or even digest fluids like beer?
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"I have no idea..." Mark said.
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"Interesting." Cylus notes. "So Mark, what's your story?"
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"It's a long story," Mark replied. "You always say, the longer the story, the more interesting," Havoc chided. The Exo sighed, "Okay. So my story begins, well with me dead."
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"Hey" Cylus says with a smile. "I've been there, cheers to that!" he chuckles
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"Anyway... this AI," Mark said gesturing to Havoc, "Revived me. It was on.... Dang it, where was it?" "Mars," the Ghost said, "Mars, in Freehold."
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"Mars? Huh, back on Earth we'd been trying to colonize for years. I wonder how it's going back there..."
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"In our timeline, we had colonized it, the Moon, and Venus, within decades after the Traveler arrived," Havoc said. "Now, since humanity is close to extinction, it's all in one City. The rest of the system's colonies in ruins," Mark said.
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"Yeah, that is definitely different from my earth. I assume with vast colonization came unforseen threats? New species, new enemies?"
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"Yep. Four of them Traveled to the System," Mark said, "For the past 18 years, I have been fighting them. But the fight spans centuries."
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"Sounds rough." Cylus comments as he takes a drink of his beer. 'How many of you guys are there? Fighters, I mean." he asks.
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"In our timeline, over a thousand."
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"Honorable." Cylus says. "And what are you in all of this?" he asks
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"I have many titles. Hunter. Scout. Sniper, former Vanguard Mentor," Mark replied. The Exo could list on.
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"That's quite a reputation you've got there. Back on earth most called me nothing more than a vigilante. Some called me a hero. I just liked to believe I was doing some good back there."
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"We do the best we can. Fighting the Darkness. Reclaiming old tech. Anything to protect the Last of Humanity," Mark said, heaving a deep sigh.
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Cylus watches as Mark's tone changes. "It seems like a handful. No, that's an understatement..." he says. "I wouldn't know how you'd do it.'
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"There's also over thousands of us. And thousands more to be awakened by our AIs," Mark said, "Keep in mind that you befriended one."
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"And back to the A.I.s" Cylus says. "How do yours work, with the physical form and all?" he asks. "You see, mine, who I call Q, is stuck in the confines of my helmet. I've been trying to figure out a way to create something in the likes of yours."`
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"I meant you befriended a warrior," Mark muttered, "And Havoc already had a physical form when he revived me."
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"Ah well, all the same." Cylus says. "Do you know where Havoc came from? Or was it just kind of like, "hi, I'm here and you're alive again"?"
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"Maybe it's because he's powered by the Traveler's light," Mark said, "And yes, that was him reviving me in a nutshell." Havoc chimed in, "You forgot the [i]Oh, by the way there are 800 pound space turtles that are going to try to kill you.[/i]
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'Traveler? Space Turtles?" Cylus looked confused but intrigued nonetheless.
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Edited by Splashback77: 5/30/2017 2:55:29 AM"The Traveler, a giant sphere, is what brought my life force, the Light, to the system. The space turtles are highly militarized and wear armor that makes them weigh 800 pounds. We know them as Cabal. But it's race part of the weird collection of aliens I fight back home," Mark said.
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"Cabal." Cylus repeats. "I like space turtles better." he notes. "But hey, I bet to the turtles, you look just as weird!"
