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9/29/2015 7:33:07 PM
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Artemis alerts him to the incoming ship, and flares his shields a few times, the light reminiscent of that of a dying star. Hopefully the ship will use that as a beacon.
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A comms channel can be heard, although a little patchy "The hell is that?" A very British accent can be heard replying "That is a spike in energy reading." "I could've figured it out." "You wouldn't have." "Whatever. What could it be?" "A number of things, actually. Could be a person, a group of people, or an anomaly." Suddenly, a loud and clear message comes through "Is anybody out there?"
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Eric groans an unintelligible response. The med-pack Artemis injected him probably contained a sedative... Or perhaps he had a concussion or two. Regardless, Artemis replies in lieu of him. "This is Artemis of the Exalin carrier, do you read me, over?"
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"I do. What the hell are you doing all the way out here?"
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Edited by GingerlyWalnut3: 9/29/2015 8:03:59 PM"It's a long story, but now's not the time to retell it. Quickly, we have a an bleeding out over here, and I'm not exactly a corporeal being."
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"Of course you're not. Coming down now." The ship lands and a man with slightly graying hair but predominantly brown in a brown cloak that seems to move on its own and an alien step out [spoiler]http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Drall_(species)[/spoiler]
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Artemis is nowhere to be seen, clearly, but Eric is lying on the ground, barely recognizable. Scans reveal numerous, perhaps fatal injuries (see the post, I'm too lazy to repeat them), and he requires immediate medical attention.
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The man walks over "Alright, he doesn't look good. Sheyen, help me out here." We carry him back to the ship and I head back to the cockpit and set coordinates to the Exalin, while Sheyen carries Eric to the medbay
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He begins to deliriously speak, though he's unintelligible. He continues to move the stump of his Prosthetic arm as if he's fighting, though the arm itself is nowhere to be seen.
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Sheyen sighs and speaks "For God's sake man. I daresay that I'm becoming a little angry."
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A voice plays through an external speaker in his armor. The voice is female. "What did you expect, poetry?"
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"Well, something coherent at the very least. If you can, see if you can work your way to the cockpit. Deceiver is there."
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"... In case you haven't noticed, I don't have a body. The person in this suit of armor is unconscious, because he just got the shit kicked out of him. What's our ETA?"
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"I can very well see that you don't have a body. I was referring to going to the cockpit through wiring. About 30 minutes to an hour, is say."
