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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/28/2017 2:21:34 AM
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"Four Militia Rifleman and a fellow pilot. Private Micheal Colbs, Private Aaron Wilson, Private Marlene Glosser, Corporal Tim McGraw, and finally Pilot Cooper Horan."
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"Ah, I should go introduce myself." Cylus says, taking mental notes of each name.
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"They'll be at the mess hall, would you like an escort?" The Captain asked genuinely, wondering if Cylus would know his way around
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"Eh, I can handle myself. Thank you for the offer sir." he extends a hand. "Once again, nice to meet you Captain."
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"You as well, Pilot." The Captain said, shaking Cylus' hand.
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Cylus nods before heading out, going by memory to the mess hall. He arrives and enters, scanning the tables for his team.
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The squadron was in one of the front row upon entering the cafeteria, with them sitting around playing Uno
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Cylus knocks on the open door, looking to the group. "Room for one more?" he asks
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The pilot of the five looks over, motioning for Cylus to come over
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Cylus walks over to the table and drags over a chair, sitting in front of the group of five. "The name's Cylus. The captain told me your names, but why don't you guys tell me who's who."
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The pilot reached his hand out towards Cylus first, introducing himself as the leader "Cooper Horan." One of the grunts, a rather young man who looked no more than 22 nodded is head "Private Michael Colbs." A second grunt punched Cylus in the arm from his right, laughing and shaking his head "So you're the new boss? Name's Corporal Tim McGraw." A third grunt simply smiled, and it was obvious that they were a female "Marlene Glosser, private." Finally, a fourth grunt set down his cards and glanced over, smiling as well "Aaron Wilson, Private."
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"Nice to meet you all." Cylus says, shaking Cooper's hand. "And yes, I'll be accompanying you gentlemen, and lady, to wherever it is Invictus needs us." he says as he nods to each one of them
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[spoiler]Oh... That's stupid [/spoiler] "Nice to meet you as well, Pilot Cylus. We're hoping everything goes smoothly with the distress signal."
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"Of course. It will be a pleasure to be out there with you guys." Cylus says before glancing at the clock on his data pad. "We should get going. Almost time to leave."
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"Is it?" Tim asked, rising up to his feet as Aaron collected the cards
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"Might as well be." Cylus says. He stands by the door, holding it open
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The squadron started rising up, filing out the room an walking towards the airlocks
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Cylus followed, looking for the ship they'd be taking
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As he looked out the glass of the airlock, he saw the space around him distorted, as they were still in FTL
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He paused and stared out into the void, suddenly getting lost in the thought if it all
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"Dropping out of hyperspace in 3, 2, 1, drop." The Captain said, as the ship lurched backwards and dropped out of hyperspace
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With the sudden jerk of movement, Cylus snapped out if his trance and trotted to catch up with the group. He meets up the others and nods to the captain. "So which one is ours?"
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Edited by Royal Blade: 6/29/2017 3:27:24 AMThe group had stayed where they were, by the airlock with the Captain walking over "That [url=https://imgur.com/qV4OJqz]ship[/url] right out there." The Captain said, pointing out the windows towards a black ship that was drifting
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"Sleek. And to what do we owe this pleasantry, Captain?" Cylus asks, looking out at the ship
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"Wishing you good luck. You might need it." The Black ship powered on, drifting towards the [i]Paragon[/i] and landing in the hangar Bay
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"Thank you Captain." Cylus says respectively. He watches as the ship lands, waiting for the ramp to come down.
