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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/28/2018 6:20:47 PM
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“Well sweetheart, I ain’t no national defender no more, but I can tell ya that with Rubicon and us stickin’ around, you might wanna take a look at what I have to offer. You know the last time anyone rode horses into battle was the damn Second World War? You might wanna look at an upgrade!”
[i]Friendly enough, but something about him screamed shifty.
He was a mercenary. He was also advertising for goods. Business was what this was. Pure business.[/i]
“Yeah, your big roided-up supersoldiers tryin’ to look all tough. All the Rubis like that?”
[i]He asked, remaining up on the gun of his command vehicle.[/i]
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"Most of them are, yeah. They're better under the sheets and pulling triggers than negotiating, though I'm usually no different than 'em." [i]Usually. Isabella could try playing that terrible game of lies and politics - she hated it, truly, swinging a sword was simpler - but she knew Rubicon to be more.. blunt, than the Trayvens, about their law and order.[/i] "We've got tech too, courtesy of Rubicon and some dumbasses in Khalosh - the horses are just for show, though a cavalry's still hella cool, effective when we're not fighting modernized assholes. Still, I like the sound of upgrades."
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“Don’t gotta worry about your tank getting scared in a fight.” [i]He said with a chuckle.[/i] “Gotta say these halftrack rebuilds ain’t bad either.” [i]Damn, he thought, he should’ve been a used car salesman.[/i]
