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12/20/2015 6:25:03 PM
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Eric looks up from a data pad, and smirks, "Nice berries man. What's up?"
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Edited by elijah: 12/20/2015 6:43:38 PM[b]He has vine slung over his shoulder and two arm guards attached to his wrists as tough as rawhide. He weaved a sling to keep his arrows on the strap, and herbs and berries in a pouch, most of his weapons are being held in his waist band or in the bag. [/b] "Not much except the fact that I nearly died last night. Luckily people were nice enough to save me. You?" [b]He has open wounds, bloody rags in his other hand.[/b]
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Eric, on the other hand, is dressed in casual civilian attire; a grey T-shirt with a holster strapped to his waist, and dark blue jeans. At first glance he looks incredibly out of place in such an environment, until you see the Imperial Engineer insignia tattooed on his neck. "Ouch, you don't look so good. Hold up, I'll get a medic to see to those wounds."
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"Thank you. Where to?"
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He walks away towards a group of marines with red bands around their arms, near the shoulders. Unlike the other marines, they carried no weapons, and they were easily identifiable as medics. "It's alright, just stay there. They'll go over to you."
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"Thanks so much."
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[spoiler]its a training excersise we are not allowed outside help[/spoiler]
