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[b]Introduction: CXV,MDCLXV[/b]
"Get up." A voice went through Blake's head as he hesitated to open his eyes. "Come on, you aren't dead are you?" The voice jokingly added as Blake finally opened his eyes only to be greeted with the sight of the interior of a flying troop transport, he got a quick look at the outside through a small glass panel revealing that he was in the depths of space. He let out a quiet laugh at the sight before getting off of the ground and standing up.
"Good, now just wait, we want you to cooperate with a fireteam out here, it's the ship in the distance." The voice chimed in again, Blake noticed that the voice wasn't in his head, but it was coming from the comms system in his helmet, the voice he quickly realized as the owner of the PMC, such a prestigious man contacting him was certainly good news."Tell me about this fireteam." Blake questioned as he stares at the window and at the ship below. "We don't know much of fireteam Axion, except the fact that it has more mystical beings than all of religion." Blake nearly lost his balance as soon as the owner finished the sentence."Y-you can't be serious, r-right?" He stammered as he held onto a rail for balance.
The only thing Blake was given as a response was dead silence, except for the occasional sound of the pilot changing course. "So, are you sure you sent the right man for the job?" Blake asked the pilot who then quickly responded. "Yes Blake, you are the right person, trust me, the owner loves to pull those kinds of tricks on you. I think you should know that by now." The pilot then changed direction to any docking areas on the ship and eventually landed, Blake gave a quick thumbs up as a door opened on the side of the transport and he stepped out,awaiting any greetings he may recieve.
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Python walks by, with all his weapons. He eyes the transport as it lands and drops Blake off. He begins walking towards Blake.
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"Oh, great, first few seconds here and I die." [b]He closes his eyes and waits.[/b]
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He reaches you and speaks in his deep voice. "Uhm...you ok?"
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[b]He opens his eyes, his face still hidden by his helmet.[/b] "Yeah, I'm fine I guess."
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He shakes his head. "Anyways, you the new guy?"
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"Yes, I'm new here."
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He extends his arm. "I'm Python. Heavy weapons specialist."
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[b]He shakes his hand.[/b] "My name is Blake." [b]The transport flies off.[/b]
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"Nice to meet you, Blake. We should probably go meet the rest of the team."
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"We should, it would be the best thing to do."
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"Follow me." He begins walking away from where the transport landed and towards the war room.
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[b]He follows Python and looks around at the walls, staying quiet to avoid being a nuisance.[/b]
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Python soon comes to a room labeled [b]WAR ROOM [/b] and opens the door. [spoiler]I'll make a new post, getting everyone to the war room.[/spoiler]
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Raven sits on the side of a building.
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[b]He ignores raven and waits.[/b]
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She falls downwards towards the ground, which happens too be right over the "New Guy".
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[b]He rolls out of the way and readies his Five-seveN.[/b]
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She stops mid-air, and slowly floats down. "Python, you need too teach this guy some respect if he is gonna join." She says, sassily. She then picks up a Starbucks coffee, that was chalaxing there the entire time.
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Didn't you get here like a day ago?
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"Excuse me, miss, but I'd rather not have a Krambit Knife stuck in my skull, it's not disrespect, it's a little thing called self defense."
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I follow Python, as if I wanted too watch.
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"Fine, be like that."
