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9/7/2015 8:24:23 PM
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To the south of exalin a severe sandstorm had begun to brew. A convoy of trucks headed for the last NATO outpost on the surface of the planet. The fleet had been recalled on urgent business. The storm was picking up and the rear vehicle of the convoy began to sputter as dust choked its engine. The lone occupant beat the wheel as it came to a stop. The radio was dead, he couldn't call for back up. He stumbled through the storm and upon the carrier exalin.
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[b]He sees several figures standing in front of the massive Ship[/b]
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He approaches them cautiously.
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[b]He sees that they are talking[/b]
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He waited for them to notice him standing by.
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[b]Phantom sees him and walks over[/b] You lost?
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He nods. "As a matter of fact I am. Got lost it the storm."
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You're welcome to stay here, then.
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"Most appreciated. I'm woods, Lieutenant woods of NATO task force trident."
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I'm Phantom, of Fireteam Axion.
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"Can't say I've heard of them."
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Eh, these days, that's a good thing. But you have heard of the Empire?
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Eh, these days, that's a good thing.
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"I see, well is your ship running?"
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[b]He points toward the giant split in the middle of it[/b] It's more of a stationary Base than a Ship now.
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[spoiler]my bad bro, long ass day[/spoiler] "I can see that now, what do you need to help fix her up?"
