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2/17/2016 1:33:25 PM
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[b]a stray escape pod flies through space, off in the middle of nowhere, waiting to be taken.[/b]
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[b]a stray asteroid hits it.[/b]
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[b]the hit sends it careening toward Crux[/b]
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/17/2016 6:08:48 PM*a fighter flies up to the pod, a man in golden armor inside. He scans the pod, searching for survivors
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Edited by Cosmic: 2/18/2016 12:25:29 AM[b]a transmission comes in. An AI repeats Rick Astley music on loop[/b] "Uhh... Hello...." [b]its Wheatley, lost in space for several weeks. The music gets louder and he lets out a bloodcurdling scream[/b] "Is this the alliance, if so, I'm assuming in either dead, or a hostage now..."
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/18/2016 1:25:57 AM*the man laughs "No. I am a warrior of Entropy's. I am very interested in the information you have on Silver and the Federation. Would you like to come on board?"-Golden
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"Uhh... Sure."
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*he docks his fighter with the pod, and he opens the hatch, and motions for him to get in the co pilot seat "Get in the seat."-Golden
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"Is there even the slightest chance you can get me back there? I need to clear up some... Misconceptions, with their leader."
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[b]This ship flies near and scans it to see if anyone is alive in there[/b]
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[b]there is one life signal[/b]
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[b]The ship flies close and a man pulls it into the cargo bay[/b]
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[b]this dude is pulled out of the pod, still clutching an AI chip while he's unconcious.[/b]
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[b]He shakes him trying to wake him up[/b]
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Edited by Cosmic: 2/18/2016 12:40:53 AM[b]a man wakes up, groggily. His eyes widen when he sees you and he rips a lightsaber-like sword from his hip, not activating yet[/b] "Wh-wh-who are you?!"
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Edited by Poisoned Argon: 2/18/2016 12:47:32 AM[b]He puts his hands in front of him, signaling you to calm down[/b] [spoiler]He cant talk btw[/spoiler]
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"HUH?! WHAT?! You don't speak, do you..."
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[b]He shakes his head[/b]
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"It's okay, I know how to communicate. What's your name?"
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[b]He holds up a finger and walks over a grabs a piece of paper then he writes[/b] [u]Dreath[/u]
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[b]this gives him pause and he seems deep in thought. His white cloak periodically sparking. Under his red scarf, WHEATLEY is written on the shoulder of his prosthetic arm.[/b] "Okay dreath... I'll give you three options. Raise the number of fingers that go with your answer... You'll see what I mean. Are you 1: a scavenger, 2: an outlaw, or 3: with a faction of some kind. If none of this happened just shake your head."
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[b]He raises 1 and 3[/b]
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[b]his light blue eyes narrow as he raises 3.[/b] "Okay... Okay. Are you with 1: the federation 2: the rebellion 3: the alliance Again if it's something else just shake your head."
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[b]He raises 3[/b]
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[b]his expression changes from that of anxiety to one of complete shock and fear.[/b] "Oh... Uhh... Where you sent to find me?"
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[b]He shakes his head no[/b]
