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3/27/2015 3:14:40 AM
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"Let me handle this, use the cipher on your desk to analyze them."
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"Yes they have been analyzed and Vex this is such a small thing. We can't banter like this a majority decision has been made." Suddenly new data appears on the info log.
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"This isn't a small thing"
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Zara's voice falters over the Comm, "Vex what does this mean? I'm already at the main entrance here to greet them...."
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* you are greeted by a war droid, nearly 12 feet tall, and shimmering with a dark light. He extends a "hand" in greeting. "I apologize for the lack of Chorans: most of the fleet is in a war... Which bring us to our next topic..."
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Edited by blackwolf619: 3/27/2015 3:31:20 AMZara nods and takes his hand in greeting as a horrible feeling chills her from within. "I'm sorry to be meeting under these circumstances no need to apologize. I hope that we can be as helpful as possible. We do request that you only bring a squadron in."
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"Yes ma'am."
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"Thank you, we greatly appreciate it." I bow allowing some physical release of my nervousness. Then I get information that Atlas war droids are fending off the Gartzod. I am surprised and it shows a bit on my face. "I have information that Atlas is fending off the Gartzod. Thank you..."
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"There is no problem in this ma'am. They are but primitives compared to us. And I apologize for my condescending behavior: it's in my personality."
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I actually chuckle a little a bit. "It's perfectly fine. I understand. Please follow me inside. I'd hate to keep you from any pressing matters. Let me check in and see if there is any information available on the Log."
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"Tell them a squadron is allowed to assist in the search for him, and tell them to me at this coordinates"
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[spoiler]Four quintillion, eh? Seems I found something worth fighting with...[/spoiler]
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There's a family of galaxies near theirs. They were ready for slaughter
