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2/18/2016 12:48:37 AM
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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]
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[b]he relaxes a bit[/b] "You may be surprised to hear this, but they're kind of... Hunting me..." [b]he backs off and places his hand on an alliance sword at his hip, if he tries anything[/b]
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[i]Why?[/i]
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[b]he jumps at the sound of his voice.[/b] "I got captured by the Feds after a failed raid on their carrier, got brainwashed and tried to kill them... I wasn't in my right mind or even my own mind..."
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[spoiler]I meant he wrote it :P[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]oh...[/spoiler] [b]he realizes he had just wrote it, and feels a bit like an idiot at that...[/b] "Still though... I wasn't in control of my actions, I wasn't even technically me, my AI went all psycho and took over my mind for the Feds, you gonna kill me for that?"
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[b]He shrugs[/b]
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"Thank you. God, the most sensible member of their entire army can't even speak, what a shame. Uhhhhmm... Is there even a chance you might be able to take me back to their cruiser?"
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[b]He nods[/b]
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"... I'm gonna need your help, friend. They'll shoot me on sight, without mercy. Hopefully you can deter them, if your up to it?"
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[b]He gives you a thumbs up[/b]
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[b]he looks at him and laughs a bit[/b] "Your cool with me man, enemy or no." [b]he braces himself up against a doorway.[/b] "Let's get home..."
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[b]He nods and sets the ship for the cruiser[/b]
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[b]he nods toward him.[/b] "Go for it."
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[b]They go into hyperspace and he writes[/b] [i]I'm kind of the mat feared guy in the alliance, so this shouldn't be hard[/i]
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[b]he laughs[/b] "Thanks dude. I appreciate it." [b]he walks up to the door, opening it[/b] [spoiler]ill make a new post, I need to add silver[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]k[/spoiler]
