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9/22/2015 1:14:53 AM
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"When you get as old as I am, you won't really care. Trust me."
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"Yeah, yeah." he starts working on a part of a suit of armor* "whats going on?"
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"Well... Everybody's gone looking for Murph, and I'm extremely drunk. Drunk as in my blood could be used to sterilize open wounds."
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"Why are you getting drunk so much?" he attaches a new electro-mesh to the right arm*
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"Well... I've been drunk non stop for about 15 years now. Can't even classify it as drunk anymore. Your shît faced is my sober, is as simple as I can make it."
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"Why though?"
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"Some pretty deep emotional issues. Other than that, why not?"
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"Oh." he works on the electric lattice-work for his armor*
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"So, how have you been doing."
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"Got severely injured during a mission, still recovering. You?"
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"Bored out of my god damn mind is all."
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"I dont know what to do around here after I recover. Perhaps I could search for my freighter in the nothern deserts of this world." he attaches the armor pieces to the torso of the armor* "okay, lets test this out.." he feeds electricity to the armor, and all the limbs crackle with electricity*
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"What you got there?"
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"My personal armor i customized myself. It has an electro-mesh network across the chest, back, arms and legs for additional protection against almost all melee attackers via a severely painful and disabling electrical charge."
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"Never been one for armor myself. Heavy thing."
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"Youll get used to the weight. This armor actually saved my life." he starts trapping the limbs in a thin rubber-like material*
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"I probably should have worn some. Would have saved me from multiple bullets, knives, and beatings."
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"The electricity pulse will not activate versus ranged attacks, though. I could modify some armor for you if you want, though im out of superconductive metal for the mesh."
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"No point in wearing armour now. I've come to terms with my mortality."
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"If you say so." Galdes puts on the armor and grabs a modular SMG and a sawed off shotgun, and holsters both*
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"Tons of weapons, huh?"
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"I do have one more signature weapon, but i haven't recovered enough for using it."
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"What's your 'signature weapon' then?"
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"Imagine a large 20 round shotgun with the slug rounds capable of puncturing space ship bulkheads, and the shrapnel rounds are able to go tear through most living things."
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Edited by Deceiver: 9/23/2015 1:30:12 AM"Impressive. Powerful indeed. I'm going to be at the bar. If you see Sheyen, don't get into a conversation with him. The bastard has gotten into philosophy."
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"Im going down to the planet to locate my ship on this planet, seeya around."
