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Edited by Cosmic:
2/18/2016 2:12:43 AM
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[i]mending ties... Hopefully[/i]
[b]the door to a fighter slowly opens, Wheatley stepping out, his hands up.[/b]
"Hold up, I need to speak to old shadowy dude."
[b]after being mind jacked by a rogue alliance-turned-federation AI, he tries to "mend ties"[/b]
[spoiler]open to silver and mettaton[/spoiler]
English
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[b]He steps out and does sign language to a specialy marked man and he tells the soldiers to stand down[/b]
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"Thank you, dreath... I handle this, you may be on your way."
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[b]He shakes his head[/b]
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"Alright... I need to speak with someone, just wait here." [b]he walks off down a hallway.[/b]
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[b]He follows[/b]
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[b]he walks into a residential quarters, with a woman inside. when she sees him she breaks down crying and hugs him.[/b] "Just stay here... They won't find you..." [b]she mumbled something. He hands her a wilted rose, seemingly very old. Her eyes widen and she takes it, completely caught off guard, still crying.[/b] "Goodbye, Amelia..." [b]she hugs him [/b] "[i]goodbye...[/i]" [b]he leaves the room and shuts the door. Noticing you[/b] "Oh... I'm sorry you had to... See that..."
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[b]He hugs you[/b]
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[b]he hugs him Aswell, shedding a single tear[/b] "Sorry dude, I shouldn't bring you into that..." [b]he controls himself and continues down the hall, back toward the hangar [/b] "Listen, I-I'm sorry for wasting your time... But I really needed to do that, thanks for your trouble." [b]he hands him a laser handgun [/b] "I won't need his anymore, I figure you might."
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[i]Where are you going?[/i] [b]He writes[/b]
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"I'm likely going to be killed..."
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[i]I won't allow it[/i] [b]He writes again[/b]
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"I won't force you into that, it's okay."
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Edited by Poisoned Argon: 2/18/2016 2:20:22 PM[i]No, its not[/i]
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"Thank you, dreath. If you need anything, just shoot one of these into the air" [b]he hands dreath a seemingly very old revolver, as well as some flares[/b]
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[i]why can't you stay?[/i]
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"They'll hunt me. That woman is the last of my kind, other than me... She's safer here, they won't detect her... Hopefully."
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[i]You won't be hunted[/i]
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"I'm more worried about her." [b]he motions toward the room, with the woman[/b]
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[i]They're negotiating right now whether they should kill you[/i]
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"I've dealt with him. They won't harm her.. Only me."
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[i]Look, the reason why I want you to stay is[/i] [b]He pauses[/b] [i]I've never made a friend before because most of this army is a afraid of me and I've lost a friend before I'm not gonna lose another[/i]
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[b]his eyes dilate at the sight. This poor dude was alone, and he knew that feeling all to well.[/b] "I'll... I'll try to work it out with the shadowed one, maybe he won't have me executed if I can help him. I'm sorry if I frightened you. Do you need some place to stay?"
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[i]I got my ship[/i]
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"Oh okay. Who was this other "friend?" [b]he looks into what he think might be dreath's eyes[/b]
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[i]She's long gone[/i]
