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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/6/2017 8:51:03 PM
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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.
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Not sure how to respond to this. Or where you're going so! A small sandstorm could be seen in the distance, coming towards them fast
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"Oh no...." She muttered, "Lunar.... shelter?" "We could go back inside." "Right." She ran into the shelter.
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She heard the storm pass overhead, as she walked into the main room of the underground area She hadn't been in any of joining rooms. Might be worth a look....
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She searched the joining rooms, for anything. For coordinates, a secret door, or passageway. Anything that could lead her to the Speaker.
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On one of tables was a letter. [i]"To whom it may concern, The rebellion is lost. This whole system is no longer a rebellion, but it is a hate movement. We stood for something once, to fight against the tyranny of the dojo. To expose the corrupt members who were the cause of death and pain. Realizations had occurred after we came into the possession of military grade weapons. The people believed their anger was misplaced, and that instead we should destroy not only the dojo, but the people who live in their village. A great divide has split us. I do not -" [/i] The bottom part of the letter was covered in blood
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"Some of them want to murder the innocents.... Lunar. Can you find out whose blood this is?" Sarah asked. "I'll scan it." The Ghost scanned the blood of the letter.
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The blood belonged to a Katelyn Volison. A lengthy rap sheep indicated mostly petty crimes. Graffiti, pickpocketing. Nothing major.
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"Katelyn... Fair to assume she is dead?" Sarah asked.
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Most likely considering the amount of blood. Most likely a severed artery
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"Oh my..." She muttered.
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But that was the only sign of blood in the room. The rest was clean, as if nothing had happened
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"The surfaces that cannot be cleaned...." She muttered, looking at the letter.
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It read what I showed above, with the rest cut off as the entire bottom portion of the letter was covered in blood. But the back had something crudely scribbled onto it, but Sarah couldn't make out what
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She looked through the letter again, scanning both sides.
