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9/24/2015 5:14:40 PM
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"You and me. No questions, just get the armor and all the weapons you have, arc blasters, explosives-" There are loud knocks on the forge door and yelling. Sawyer whispers, "Shit, they're here! Get all the stuff and follow me!"
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[b]Astrid puts her armor on, it whirls to life while she grabs a Tesla rifle[/b]
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Edited by Kain The Slain: 9/24/2015 7:00:32 PM[spoiler]your stuff is good but the matriarchy stuff is better[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]is there a reason for saying this?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]no I'm just bored[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]kek[/spoiler]
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Sawyer puts his power armor on and grabs a tesla, loading his bag up with every other weapon and armor in the smith meanwhile the door is practically knocking the door down. Nervous sweat floods Sawyers face as he looks around frantically. "Do you have any other exits?"
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[b]Astrid presses a button and a door opens in the wall, she walks through it and waits for him to follow[/b]
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Edited by Veration: 9/24/2015 6:24:14 PMSawyer runs frantically with Astrid down the hall as he hears the door finally breaking and the intruders entering the forge. Just in time!
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[b]Astrid presses a button and the door closes behind them[/b] "That should stop them."
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Sawyer whispers in relief, as they emerge from the cubby hole they ran through into the dirty, crowded streets of Unity.
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"Now can you tell me what's going on?"
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"The Barons. A bastard tried to shoot me after a trade near Freehold and thing went... downhill."
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"Damn, I'm guessing they're after me too now."
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"Sorry about this. Tommy is out of town for the weekend and you are the most capable woman I know. Granted, I don't know many people." "Speaking of Tommy..." Sawyer looks at Astrid, smiling.
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"What happened?"
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"Are you avoiding [i]my[/i] question Astrid? Did you really go on a date with Tom?"
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"Yes, so what? It's not like I did anything bad."
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"Nothing, it's just... Tommy is a good guy. I'm glad he's happy, and you're happy, that's all. "So this all started when an old enemy of mine wants to recruit me. Baron scum. I shouldn't have trusted him, but a job is a job. He wanted me to get something... unorthodox from an associate of his holed up at Freehold 'cuz he didn't want his hands dirty. I wait for this guy for hours under the blazing sun, and he shows up and tells me it's a setup! Of course, I slowly and tremendously painfully kill the guys who set me up as well as my boss, but they've been on my ass all day. I need you to come to Freehold with me."
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"I will, but I hope they don't mess with my forge, if they do....."
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"Don't worry. They don't need both a seasoned mercenary and a badass Night remnant mad at them. Leg'go."
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[b]Astrid smiles and walks with him[/b]
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Edited by Veration: 9/24/2015 8:29:53 PM*two weeks later, on the Southeast border of the gulf* Sawyer and Astrid walk, parched, famined, tired. Sand infests their shoes and crawls into every inch of their body. Astrid carries her arc tesla in hand, tired enough that her finger is at verge of it going off, and Sawyer stumbles through the sand, a retractable tent in hand. Sawyer almost collapses, but a sight on the horizon fills him with excitement. "Freehold is... right there..." Sawyer mumbles, his words slurred, bend over and wheezing.
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"I wish I brought my fishing pole....."
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Sawyer chuckles, before falling face-first into the sand.
