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2/14/2016 2:55:14 PM
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"An alien torment device.. Four metal spikes pierced... my abdomen all the way, i was still recovering when this place was attacked."
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"Dear god..." [b]he helps her walk to the end of the street, where a dropship is landing, surrounded by rebellion soliders[/b]
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She tries to stay mobile, without requiring too much help*
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[b]he stops helping and helps the guards to defend the ship from incoming Feds as more and more wounded civvies are escorted into the ship [/b]
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She sits down in the dropship*
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[b]after clearing many of the Feds the ship leaves, with the alliance trooper on board. He walks toward you and tends to your wounds [/b] "Hey, stay with me, don't be passing out on me. What's your name?"
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"Aveline... DuCann."
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"I'm Wheatley, nice to meet you." [b]he cauterizes the wounds with the sword and bandages them[/b] "Are you affiliated with any of us? The alliance? The federation?"
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"None really."
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"Good. They would kill you if you where a fed. You should be good now, just rest..." [b]he pulls out a sniper rifle and begins sniping down An AA team firing on him[/b]
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She rests as much as she can*
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[b]the ship comes down at a rebel evac site. Dropships are flying toward a carrier, leaving for... Somewhere other than here. He gets out of the dropship as more medics and supplies are thrown in. The ship takes off, bound for an escape ship[/b]
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She continues to rest*
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[spoiler]end[/spoiler]
