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2/20/2016 4:24:02 PM
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Legend, followed by his Corgi, stare at the Galaxy. He removed his hood, the black and white American flag draping over his shoulders. He smiles under his helmet, something he rarely does. His armor was black, a worn black, almost grey. His armor covered in stickers, buttons, tick marks, and writings. 3 blades and a rifle laid on his back, and a revolver on his right hip and a pistol on his left. He kneels besides his tiny companion and strokes his fur, in which the Corgi barks happily.
"We're home, buddy."
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[b]wheatley pokes his head out of an airvent, his hair and arms hanging from the event Aswell [/b] "OH... Hai there..."
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He looks at him as does the dog. "Hai."
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"Uhh... Cute dog"
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[i][b]Natalie stands nearby, and spots him. She walks over, a slight smile on her face. [/b][/i]"You're here, too?" [b][i]She asks, her usual Russian accent lacing her words as she speaks. [/i][/b]
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"Yep. Here to stay I guess."
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"Well, how you liking the view from up here?"
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"Pretty good. Brings back good memories too."
