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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/23/2017 7:12:30 AM
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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
