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1/10/2016 2:48:01 AM
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Eric slowly relaxes, realizing that if this figure had wanted him dead, that his body would be smeared on the sand below. He puts down his weapon and holsters it. He's shorter, perhaps 5'11 or so, and doesn't look older than 18. Dark black hair covers tan skin, and a face perpetually smirking,
"Thanks. Who're you?"
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"Call me Ronin." [i] He says, crossing his arms over his chest. He moves with confidence and power, yet grace. As if every movement maximizes efficiency. If death could be elegant, this man was his living incarnate.[/i]
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Eric, on the other hand, looked like he had been through quite a bit of trauma. There was blood caked to his head, as well as several shallow lacerations on his face. Still, his eyes burned with something that startled you... He moves forward and extends a hand in greeting, his pistol holstered at his side, "Eric, Eric Stratos. Pleasure."
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[i] He shakes his hand with a firm grip, and rests it on the hilts of his three swords in a non-threatening gesture. Three swords...strange.[/i] "Looks like you've been put through it Eric."
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"Eh, this ship... Whatever the hell this is, kicked my ass pretty good. Where are we?" Eric shakes his head, and seems confused as he looks around his surroundings. "And why the hell do you have three swords?"
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"To kill things. Typically what swords are used for." [i] He says, and the smirk in his tone is practically heard through the mask. [/i]
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Eric's thoughts were something along the lines of [i]would it kill you if I shoved it up your arrogant ass?[/i], yet he began to find himself smirking alongside the man in front of him. He still had no idea where he was going, but hopefully this guy would know if there was a settlement nearby. "Hey, Ronin, is there any rendezvous point nearby? Surely there are other survivors."
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"Yeah, there are other survivors. And an FN camp a few miles from here."
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"Well, then what're we waiting for?" Eric makes his way towards the opening, wrapping a wire around his wrist and attaching it to a thick pole. Then, he begins to rappel down the ship's side, until he jumps down with around twelve feet left.
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[i] Ronin jumps out of the ship in a free fall, passing Eric on the way down. About 3 feet from the ground, Ronin's figure blurs and he stands on his feet in a cloud of dust.[/i]
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Edited by Spyglass: 1/10/2016 6:00:38 PM"Huh..." Eric looks at Ronin for a second with what appears to be envy, and then turns around and makes his way towards a different part of the ship. "When I was up there, I estimated that the Hangar would be near the ground, over there." He points towards an opening in the ship, "The larger ships will be damaged, but there should be a few two-person hovercraft that could take us to that point, maybe a vertibird or two." [spoiler]Is this before Venom, or after Venom?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]After.[/spoiler] [i]Ronin walks towards him.[/i] "Or we can just get there a different way."
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"Yeah, but we'd get to scout some territory, and I'm sure that they could use a few birds in the air, eh?" Eric crawls into the massive hangar, and slowly clambers into the cockpit of a Vertibird. He looks over at you and says something, yet it comes out indistinct, as a striking thought comes to you. Something Schrader showed you, back in your Venom days, a being known as Matthew Hallwinter. The resemblance was too much for it to be coincidental.
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[i] Ronin freezes as he looks Eric over again. He did look strikingly similar to Hallwinter.. Son, little brother maybe?[/i] "Eric!" [i] Ronin calls, stepping into the hangar.[/i]
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He stops climbing in, and looks at you, "Yeah?"
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"What's the name Matthew Hallwinter mean to you?"
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"Hallwinter?..." There's a flicker in his eyes, but nothing more. Still, it's enough to realize that he's lying. "Never heard of him. C'mon, let's go."
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[i] Ronin walks over and climbs in alongside him, filing a mental note to question him about it later.[/i]
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Edited by Spyglass: 1/10/2016 7:47:48 PM[spoiler]Sorry, I'm still kinda busy. I'll try replying when I can[/spoiler] The Vertibird began to hover, and with expert ease, Eric got it shooting out of the hanger. It began to hover over the dunes, until the ship's spyglass focused in on the settlement camp a few miles away, and set a marker on the bird's HUD. "So, tell me about yourself. Why were you on the Avalon, all that."
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"Pilot?" [i] Ronin questions, noticing the ease he manipulates the craft with.[/i] [spoiler]no problem.[/spoiler]
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"I thought that you-... Never mind, I'll go first. Yeah, top of the class, Imperial Academy of Caridia. It's a planet over by the Deep Core, in the Inner Rim. Of course, FN and the Empire being enemies, let's try not to make my past very well known." He shrugs and sets the Vertibird on autopilot, as he starts walking towards the back of the ship, looking for something. "Now it's your turn."
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"To what, play story time?" [i] his eyes follow him.[/i]
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"Yeah. I can't trust you with my life if I can't trust you to play a game." He begins rummaging through a box, knocking some things onto the floor
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"Not a lot to say. Grew up on earth, which is where I thought you would have too, but then you would've already known who I am." [i]He walks back to the ship with him. [/i] "Had some adventures, spent some time with a PMC, got a wife and two kids, joined America's Delta Force for 15 years, doing hostage rescue and counter terrorism. Now I'm here; kinda jumping around through time and space to find something worth my while."
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"More than I have to say, certainly. I know that my parents were adopted, but I never knew or heard of my real father. I was an ass as a kid, but I was the most talented ass you'll ever meet, and my parents enlisted me into the Academy for my talents. Didn't want to serve on the front lines, so I decided to be a pilot. Three counts of misconduct, striking a superior officer, disobeying orders..." He pulls a black flash drive out of the box, and then strolls back up to the pilot's seat, "And treason of the third degree. These are some FN propaganda clips, by the looks of them. Hopefully they can tell me something useful about this place." Sure enough, once plugged into the terminal besides the pilot's seat, a hologram is projected onto the space between Eric and Ronin, and people begin talking. "So, you got a woman waiting for you back at camp?"
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"Sounds like you have a problem with authority." [i] Ronin sits down next to him and leans against the wall. [/i] "Yeah, I do. Girlfriend." [i] He said girlfriend, yet a moment ago he spoke of his wife and two kids...[/i]
