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Edited by Alpha-007:
1/4/2016 8:20:13 PM
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[b]Introductions
A personnel ship lands in the loading bay of the Avolon, and deposits a few men and women
One stands out, a man in a leather jacket with quite the side arm on his left leg
He heads towards the security check[/b]
((Open))
English
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A man in a muscle shirt and cargo shorts sits waiting at the check he looks up and hands him a clipboard with papers for each person to sign
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[b]He signs and moves on[/b]
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[b]A man in a brown duster and cowboy hat aims a 357 revolver at your head upon arrival[/b] "FN or IF?"
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[i]Jesus[/i] "Friendly, I have the needed transfer"
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[i]He holsters the gun[/i] "Aight, sorry man. FN just took a hit, I was on board, can't be too cautious"
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"Yeah yeah, about three of you have already tried to kill me"
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"Well, I can see why, asshat" [i]he says, turning and walking away. [/i]
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[b]He fires the desert eagle at you hat, blowing a hole through it[/b]
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[i]Him and the hat regenerate the hole, and he turns, looking pissed[/i] "You. Did. Not. Just. Do. That." [spoiler]congratulations, you killed your character[/spoiler]
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[b]He loads a clip [/b] [i]Great, welp, I didn't have any damn friends anyhow [/i] "I just did, and if you piss me off one more goddamn time it's going to be a nice piece of Swiss cheese"
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[i]He turns into a swarm of flying nanites, and a man in a black cloak enters the room, holding you in place with telekinesis [/i] [spoiler]I mean it, there's actually no way to kill either of these people, and I'm planning for a gruesome death for your character. Good fūcking job[/spoiler]
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[b]He grins[/b] [i]Heh, time and a place...... This is it huh? Hope to god the next sod don't poss off anyone here....[/i]
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[b]He enters your body and reshape a at the center, very slowly, expanding you until death[/b]
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The nanites are pulled out of his body and a brown haired woman who looks quite frankly pissed holds the nanites in midair
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[i]The man holds you in TK too[/i] [spoiler]Guy already died lmao, sorry. [/spoiler]
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A man in black fatigues and a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt stops him. "What do you think your doing?" He looks at the ship. "What are these people doing here?" Hands him a card that says, [i]name's Jango. [/i]
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"Transfer from other forces" [b]he hands the needed papers over[/b]
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Man looks it over and hands it back. "Understood. By who's authority?"
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"My captain, I'm just out of Flight training sir"
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"I see. Are you any good?"
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"Only survivor of a failed training flight"
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Edited by slight: 1/4/2016 10:26:45 PM"I'm sorry." Jango shifts his stance to see over the man's shoulder. "How did you manage to survive?"
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"Movement"
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"Ah. There's the guy you need to speak with." He points to a pilot. "See ya later." Jango walks to the elevator and enters it. As the doors close, he waves.
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[b][i]As he steps out a crossbow bolt lands beside his head.[/i][/b] "Sorry!" You hear, and Jakob walks out. "Thought you were IF."
