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Edited by Bardo XCIX:
8/3/2015 4:05:35 AM
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[b]I call Ginger and Murph to the War Room on the intercom.
I sit in a chair, looking over data my Scouters have gathered so far.
The photo of the Exalin Team hangs against the wall behind me.[/b]
So, what's out next move?
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"Should we elect an official leader or are we going to keep being democratic?"
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Eh, Depends on how we want this to go. Do we want to be like back when we were just a group of like minded explorers, or do we want to be a focused mercenary group?
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"I'd like to be a real mercenary group. Every time we split up some power hungry lunatic brings us together again. We might as well stay together. Just my opinion though."
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"Well, what exactly is our goal? Of we plan on splitting up once we get revenge? Or are you suggesting that we turn into guns for hire?"
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"I don't know about you, but I think most of our group are already guns for hire."
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Edited by Bardo XCIX: 8/3/2015 4:42:48 PMWe're we any different before? The only time we weren't hired for something was when we went to Hell for Murph and Lethal.
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He looks at you with a hint of disgust "I signed up for all of our missions, was hardly paid anything. Have you been a merc this entire time?"
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[b]I look over at you.[/b] We all were Ginger. We were mercenaries, no matter how you look at it. And some damned good ones at that.
