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1/7/2016 4:08:03 AM
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[b]lucas runs down the halls during a supply run gone horribly wrong. He turns a corner and with a button press on a prosthetic arm, defense turrets from the ceiling mow down most of the guards. One lay wounded and is able to aim him down.
CRACK
A shot rings out, he stumbles a bit, still running down the hall, he makes it through the door to the hangar.
CRACK CRACK
Two more shots ring out, he collapses and crawls his way under away from the door into a stockpile of unloading Goods. He passes out.[/b]
[spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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"I don't even thin Sawyer will care. I'm one of his best friends, after all."
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"I wish I could speak to them without being shot/beaten/thrown out of an airlock/fed to dogs... And why is your wife so kind, especially to a lost cause like us?"
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"She's a half-elf. They're kinda special. Not really accepted by humans or elves. She feels sympathy for you guys, because you guys are also outcasts. Plus, she's just a really kind person."
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[b]guards run in, Lucas is too weak to fight them off.[/b] "I wish these guys could say the same" [b]he gives it a final attempt, a last ditch attempt to save his own life... Nothing. After a few seconds a guard beats him to the ground with a shock baton and starts relentlessly beating him with it[/b]
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[b]The guard stops as his arm slides clean off. Raidriar stands behind him, blade covered in blood.[/b]
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Edited by Cosmic: 1/8/2016 2:46:27 PM[b]bits of his flesh have been beaten off. he is unconcious, bleeding heavily, and most of his bones broken [/b]
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[b]Raidriar pulls out a platinum dagger, and cuts Lucas on the leg. Green liquid starts to form on Lucas, healing him.[/b]
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Edited by Cosmic: 1/8/2016 8:59:59 PM[b]he wakes up some time later[/b] "HELLO?!"
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"Hey. I did something while you were out." [b]A video message pops up on every screen on the Avalon. It's Raidriar pacing around in a white room.[/b] " [i]Now, I'm Andrew Raidriar, leader of the feared Divine Mechanists. And I have something to say. There's these little guys called whisps, and I've heard they're being mistreated. They're sentient, so that makes them people as much as we are. If you do anything, I repeat, anything to hurt those people, I'll do exactly to you what they had to go through. Understand? Good.[/i]" [b]The message stops.[/b]
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[b]he laughs as a guard approaches him with another baton, and is promptly shot down by a DM operative[/b] "Someone get me a weapon...."
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[spoiler]The DM doesn't murder people...[/spoiler]
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[b]Techree hears the shots fired (no pun intended)[/b] "You ok?"
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[b](*insert MLG airhorn sound effect here lol*) He looks up to see him, and tries to crawl away, desperately, knowing what happens if he is caught, to no avail. He is too weak, and with no one to help him[/b]
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"Your one of [i]those[/i] types of people aren't you? tell me why your running and i might help you, i'm... 'different' from the people here."
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"I-I'm a wisp... Humans Hunt us for sport, why are you trying to help?" [b]he says weakly, trying to hobble out of the rubble, but just falls back, losing more and more blood by the minute[/b]
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Edited by Antic Archon: 1/7/2016 4:29:42 AM"I'm not human... here, let me help you with that wound." [b]Techree somehow closes the wound before you can even notice, and restores any lost blood.[/b] "Magic..."
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"What are you then?"
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"I am from of a highly advanced and highly intelligent race, we never killed anything that couldn't do the same to us."
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"I am a wisp. Dominate native species of Corra... Until it got glassed and only 3 of us survived. We cloned me, so technically we have 4. They didn't even try to help us, we offered them so much... And they threw us out like trash, your. Not like them though [b]he passes techree a note.[/b] "Directions to our home, use it likewise, or if you have your own, that's fine too, as long as you aren't murdering us."
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"What do you want me to do there?"
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"I dunno... Escape from descrimination? I don't know if that happens to other races... Happens a lot to us though..."
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"Escape from discrimination? What's that supposed to mean?" [spoiler]is confused by your wording choice[/spoiler]
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"Wisps are beaten, shot, thrown out of airlocks, fed to dogs, and killed for their blood as trophies. I don't know if that happens to other species? Like I saw a cat lady with like.. Seven tails walkin around and NO ONE cared.. Like, at all"
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"That's horrible, it does happen to a lot of other species, but Nogla take no part in either extreme. Here, I'll help you and your friends find a new planet, where are your friends anyway?"
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"Nah man, we can't leave our home. Others might have, but I'm going down in the same area my Kin did... And God do I wish we could be as accepted as you"
