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Edited by RealPersianMan:
8/31/2015 6:55:09 AM
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"I was a miner and journeyman metalsmith on the planet Komen IV, one of the largest exporters of metal, stone, and related goods in any system close to Earth."
Galdes sits in a reclining position*
"A week and a half ago word got out that the boss was blowing our maintenance funds on frivolous stuff, it got so bad instead of using mining lasers, we had to make pickaxes with the inferior metal we mined up. The boss eventually got arrested when his cost cutting measures caused a cave in, killing three of us! When he got arrested, the rest of the living miners knew we would be out of work, so we mined up a silvery-purple metal."
Galdes pulls out an ingot of said metal from his bag to show everyone*
"When we were cut loose, every miner took something from the camp at entrance. I took the anvil and forge plans, got aboard the freighter that was left behind and took off, and then I found the Exalin. The Professor was kind enough to let me on board."
English
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[b](Arnold is the Professor)[/b] "Who you are comes from the choices you make when life gets tough."
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"Yeah, so what now? Stay on this.. desert planet for the rest of our lives?"
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"Nah..... When this everything is over, fireteam Axion is split up, im heading home. Now, my home may be a -blam!-ing hellhole, and it may have experienced a lot of apocalyptic events, but the war is finally over. Humanity has begun rebuilding. I want to be there to see our Utopia. The cities of old retaken. But that's my road, when it comes, I'll walk it alone. What about you? Whats the road ahead of YOU look like?"
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"Me?" *Galdes ponders for a minute* "probably still building and maintaining small arms, space ships, fortifications, You name it. I'm also fascinated by older ships, and getting them back up and running again. I've actually know of an old battleground with hundreds of ships adrift. You and everyone here are welcome to join me."
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"I've got to sort things out. But i would be happy to join you when this is all over."
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"I see. If you want to go somewhere else, My freighter can transport everybody."
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[b]he ponders this for a second...[/b] "Yes. bring us to wherever Phantom is. After that, we'll look for Ginger. Then Python." (new post)
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[b]Klank tries to hail you on comms[/b] "we ha*static* big ass sandsto*static* get the hell *static*" [b]The link fails[/b]
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[b]The Professor turns and takes a look at the crash, he tries to open the comms.[/b] "Klank? Klank respond. Thats an order."
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"Sandstor*static, random voices*" [b]It ends[/b]
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"Klank! Dammit Klank!"
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"*static*-storm!"
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"Sand storm??? we're high enough to avoid it Klank!"
