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9/8/2015 9:41:16 PM
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*he approaches closely, and slows, being wary of his surroundings*
*his voice is masked by some device, making it sound almost robotic*
"Hello? Any survivors?!?"
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A single man, clad in a black flight suit, climbs from the wreckage, facing away from you. He seems to be talking hurried into a radio built into his helmet. [i]Hello? Imperial command? Is there anyone on this channel? Hello?[/i]
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"HEY! Your ship seems a bit volatile! Sure you don't want to stand back?"
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He turns around. [i]What?![/i] The ship behind him explodes, throwing him forward onto his face.
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*he runs forward and grabs his arm, lifting him back to his feet* "You okay?"
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The man brushes himself off. [i]I'm ok. What planet is this?[/i]
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"Mars, I believe."
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The man hits his helmet with the palm of his hand. [i]Great. A desert planet. At least it's not Tatooine.[/i]
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"It's not all desert, since the Terraforming, but it surely has its fair share. Anyway, what happened? How'd you end up here?"
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[i]Mechanical failure. These darned TIE/d's always break down.[/i]
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"Where were you headed?"
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[i]I was on a recon flight. Nothing major.[/i]
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"There are a few Mercs holed up in a crashed carrier on the other side of that mountain of you want to join them."
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[i]Gotcha. Thanks for the help.[/i] He shoulders a small survival pack and sets off.
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"I've been tailing them for a bit, and it seems they're a bit wary near strangers. Watch yourself man." *the figure seems to be gone the next time you glance over your shoulder*
