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11/11/2015 4:00:46 AM
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He shakes his head.
"Galactic Federation fireteam Cyprus. We basically do the work that the Feds don't want to do so their reputation doesn't look bad."
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Edited by Sigmar: 11/11/2015 4:05:05 AM'Well, that solves several of my questions.' He follows to the shuttle, and waits to board.
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The gunship's door opens and Python steps on, climbing into the pilot seat. "It cool if I take you to my carrier?"
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'May as well, its not like i can walk somewhere.' He boards, and sits as far back as his backpack will allow. 'Is your group looking for Fixers?'
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"What do you mean 'fixer' like, mechanic?" The gunship lifts off and takes out of the hanger bay.
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'Well, I've got a mind for machines, but i was talking about the other kind of Fixer. One who solves people problems.'
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"A moral compass, yes. A problem solver, probably."
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'Well, you saw what happened in that control room. I solve problems violently, its what i do best.'
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"I'm the same way." The ship lands in the hanger as Python stands. "You can stick around if you want."
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'I'll do that, bound to be someone who needs something done.' He disembarks, and stands by the shuttle. 'Have you got a physical training suite on board?'
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"Yeah, why?"
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'Perfect, I'll set up in there so i can make fun of the crewmen.'
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He chuckles. "You do that, Imma go get some food."
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'Alright steelskin, I'll catch you later, let me know if business comes up.' He steps away from the shuttle, and walks towards a location directory.
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Python walks off towards the mess hall.
