*A figure walks in. He appears to be about 6 feet tall and wearing standard issue SWAT gear. He's covered in a yellow, mucus-like substance. He gurgles inaudible commands and warnings into his non-functioning radio.*
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[spoiler]What a hunk[/spoiler]
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*sits up* hi
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*He doesn't react. The radio makes strange noises as he just stands there.*
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Uh you ok buddy
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*Again, no response. He mutters into his radio.*
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Soldier I need a response now
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*He says something, but it's muffled. He attempts to bash open his helmet visor.*
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*takes of your helmet* soldier what the hell is going on
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Edited by Broomstick 2-7: 1/5/2015 4:51:19 PM*The helmet doesn't budge, as if it's glued on, or a part of the substance.*
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Ok this is gonna hurt *breaks open the helmet with fist and rips it open*
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*Your fist connects with the helmet, but it sinks into the yellow substance. The man doesn't react.*
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Uh alittle help *tries to pull*
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Stop it my friend. You are making it worse. I'm afraid he is too far beyond to be helped.
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Too bad
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I'm so
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[spoiler]shouldn't you be murdering Revan right now?[/spoiler]
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Nope the pirate hybrid wolf guy helped me
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*sitting at table, sees guy* Uh.... Hi....
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"Biotics...overrun," he gurgles.
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Do you need a drink buddy
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Um.... you want a drink?
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"Sector is [inaudible] not secure," he answers.
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Why isn't it?
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"2-99, biotics [inaudible], sector [inaudible. Unclean?]," he gurgles.
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I think we need to do everything in our power to keep him alive and coherent. Ranger, find us hazmat suits so we can get him quarantined and cleaned up. ...Please.