originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b][i]Dean decided it might be s good chance to train, being stuck in this foreign realm anyways. He drove his bike to the spot, weapon ready and helmet on. He dismounted his bike with his sidearm out, looking around.[/i][/b]
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[b]In the clearing he spied some sort of camp, a strange aircraft situated near its center. Robotic soldiers patrolled the premises to keep intruders away from their equipment. Two of them guarded the clearings small entrance[/b]
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[i][b]He moved towards them, ready to react if they began firing. If they attacked him, couldn't be harder than fighting Witches, right?"[/b][/i]
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[b]The robotic soldiers held up their rifles, but then lowered them[/b] "You must be here for the offer. Follow me." [b]He began walking towards the ship[/b]
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[b][i]He holstered his pistol, following. He observed the bot as he walked, not having seen Tech like it before.[/i][/b]
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[b]He was lead through the ship via its small hanger, and then eventually arrived in a white room. It had nothing but two chairs and a rectangular table[/b] "Please, have a seat. Someone shall be with you shortly."
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[b][i]He did so, siting down as he removed his helmet to reveal his face, pretty sure that he wasn't in danger from these people anymore.[/i][/b]
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[b]A woman clad in white entered the room, sitting down in the chair across from him[/b] "So, you must be here for the offer! Before we begin, I suppose we should discuss payment, yes?"
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[b][i]When she arrived the man was sitting with his feet in the table, leaning back in the seat.[/i][/b] "Depends. Who's paying who?"
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"We're paying you of course. What is your preferred currency?"
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"I don't have much use for currency here. Payment isn't necessary." [b][i]He says, taking his feet off the table.[/i][/b]
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"Really? Are you sure about that?"
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"I've got more than enough, and with my job most expenses are covered anyways. I'm not the kind who needs anymore credits to my name."