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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/5/2017 9:31:22 PM
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A woman besides Sarah fell to her knees, crying out the word: "SPEAKER!"
A few months prior there had been a protestor of the dojo and its occupants by a similar name. "The Speaker."
Could the two be linked?
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She crosses her fingers, "Not the Speaker from my timeline. Not the Speaker from my timeline," she muttered. [spoiler]I remember the thread... was it Cannon?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yeah. Everything the Speaker did was Cannon I was supposed to have a thing with Jen, but she bailed. So I'm just trying to revive it [/spoiler] Clearly, it couldn't be. Since there were only about a handful of guardians in or around the Dojo. And the presence of one was immediately known
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The Warlock made the realization, "Son of b***h, isn't he supposed to be dead." [spoiler]Even though she killed him in that thread [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]All will be explained, child. Just go with the flow. [/spoiler] Indeed, he was supposed to, so how could he come back? Surely he couldn't come back. The "rebellion" didn't have that kind of tech. So what could it be? A copy cat? It might worth looking into around the Dojo
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She decided to start by researching the entirety of the rebellion.
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This led her to the Dojo library, where she was able to sift through old articles of it and even some reports from dojo members themselves. The reports and newspapers spoke of everyday men and women rising up from their homes, bearing arms against the dojo. Until one day, specifically the death of the Speaker, they had all up and left the village. Moving to an unknown location
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"Interesting... I must know where they went," she went through the articles.
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She found a particular interesting one, which was a poster that had longitude and latitude coordinates written down
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"Lunar.... send me to the coordinates," she requested. "Got it," the Ghost transmatted her and himself to them.
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Sarah was in the middle of the Gellidius Dessert, with nothing around for miles. She realized she was standing on a dune, which was about several feet higher than most of the others
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"Huh?" She asked, "Is this... it?" She looked around, searching for life forms.
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She didn't see any, however lower down on the dune seemed to collapse inward before going outward again
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She sprouted her wings of fire, to keep herself out if the dune. She began to fly around, as Lunar disappeared.
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Most of the dune was normal, except for that singular spot where it seemed to cave in oddly
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"Maybe there's sandstone cave..." She muttered. She flew to the area where it collapsed. She began to dig, using her telekinesis to remove large amounts of sand.
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After a moment of digging, the sand fell inward and Sarah fell with it, into a tunnel that was had a doorway, leading to a sprial staircase
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She descended the staircase. "This is interesting..."
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The staircase went down for quite some time, eventually exiting out into a large room with doors linking into smaller rooms. Crates and bunk beds were scattered about... Clearly someone had been living here
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She explored the bunks. "Who do these belong to?" "I feel like this is a trap," Lunar voiced.
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The place was empty, with an eerie silence. Obviously, there couldn't have been anyone here. Could there?
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She sat down and meditated for a amount of time.
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Nothing. Nobody showed up for quite some time. Not at all, actually
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She decided to leave. She went back up the staircase.
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She exited back into the dessert, clearly the rebels had moved from this spot
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"Damn, should have checked for coordinates," she muttered, "Lunar...." "Right here," her Ghost answered. He floated above her shoulder. The sun beat down on them, and Lunar's Moondust reflected the sunlight. "Okay. Keep an eye out, and a decoy ready," she replied.
