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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/21/2017 6:16:11 AM
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"Hmm..."
Ama opened a tab looking at a few images of titans. She quickly began judging the designes drawing quick little sketches over parts on her tablet.
"Maybe a more compact model using cold forge temperament to improve the quality of the metal plating..."
She mumbled before getting herself back on track.
"I do have one personal project in mind but right off the bat, there are plenty of things I can see which I can improve on. By the way, do these people have any particular goals I should know before hand?"
[spoiler]It's all good. I'm going to guess Titanfall militia?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yee, Yee. I'll bring a few characters down to the dojo to meet with Ama. All she needs to do is send out a signal to them saying she wants to help or something. [/spoiler] "Only one." [i]The woman looked over her shoulder then cast a glance around the room, as though there might be someone listening in and a spying. [/i] "They currently engaged in a war with the IMC and Cerberus that rages across the system. They will succeed in this war... Especially given your help now." [i]The woman pursed her lips, turning her full attention back to Ama. [/i]
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Ama thought about it. She spent twenty years working for conflicting nations. Sometimes forcibly on the wrong side. It wasn't her favorite thing but at least this time she could always say no. "Alright. If they can bring a representative out here to talk to I'll consider it."
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"I'll tell them to send someone down in the next week or so." The woman said with a nod, pivoting around and ordering a black coffee.
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"Alright, I'll meet them here I guess" One of the cashiers handed Zora a coffee and went to help another person in line. Ama, being the person that she was, began looking up information besides just what they looked like. Who they were with, who they were against, even finding a leak on their titan assembly. Then she looked back at Zora. Maybe it was just the clothing but she didn't look like a soldier though it didn't amount to more than an observation to her. A politician rarely wore the garb of his army. Even so, Ama thought it would be foolish not to at least know Zora's hand in the matter. "By the way, and it's more just wondering more than anything. What is your relation to them? Political gambit? " She said guessing the most likely situation she could see from her experience.
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"An... Anonymous benefactor let's say." The woman turned her attention to Ama, strolling over and gracefully sitting in a chair across from the woman. "The Militia is capable of something, and I would like to insure that, that thing happens. Don't ask my how I know this, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." She took a long sip of coffee, lowering it down and smiling. "No politics. I don't usually partake in that, but with my husband gone from the dojo it's up to me to largely keep the order. The IMC threatens that."
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A small plant began growing from its pot to Ama's hand producing an apple. She took a bite out of it and continued chatting. "Hmm. Makes enough sense. Arm one side to take out the threat without ever needing any direct involvement."
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"Precisely." Zora said, taking another sip of the coffee and smiling widely. "I like to think they're the good guys in this. Fighting against the power that thinks they can own the galaxy."
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"Still, even if they are the quote on quote 'good guys' I'll let you know my thoughts after the meeting with them." Ama continued with a tone that seemed to treat tactics and tilting favors as normal conversation. With her background it made sense for her to behave like such. When she ate around the last of the apple, the rest that wasn't edible started quickly dissolving into Ama's hand seeds and all. "But yeah, if you have this much faith in them, I'm pretty sure the answer is yes."
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"Now then, if there is nothing else..." [i]Zora rose to her feet, quickly finishing off what remained of her coffee and setting the mug down on the table. [/i]
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"Think that's all for now." She brought up her tablet and continued researching the people her research would be going towards so she would have an idea beforehand.
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The information was closed off extremely well, so they had some sort of high class hackers among their ranks. Their purpose was true and clear however. A manufacturing company by the name of the IMC took great strides to become an interstellar super power, creating the infamous "titans." Problems in their homes systems resulted in their exploration of the Frontier to come to a halt, and leave the colonists to live for themselves. They survived and thrived for generations. When the IMC returned, the colonists created their own corporation to fight back against the IMC. A noble cause, even if bloody. 'Very well." Zora stated, turning and walking toward the exit
