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2/20/2016 5:44:44 PM
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Dahlia struts across the hangar, her heels clicking under her feet, eyes gazing out of the windows to the Milky Way Galaxy. Admittedly, it was beautiful; swirling stars, planets, clouded nebulas all intertwined, swirling through one place. Though she was not born there; far from it, hundreds of light years away, in the desolate Barton System.
"Nothing special," Dahlia jests as she fiddles with the jammed safety on her six-shooter.
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/20/2016 6:12:43 PM*she sees Silver next to his fighter, looking at the galaxy "Goodbye, Milky Way. Until next time."-Silver(to himself)
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Dahlia looks over at Silver. "A Cyprus vet? Well oh well, I'm getting dazed by your presence."
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*he turns to face her "That is correct. I am Silver."-Silver *he turns to face the galaxy once again "I always loved views like this. It reminds me of the true size of our universe. Remarkable. We think that the Milky Way is such a big place. And yet, at the cosmic scale, it is barely significant."-Silver
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"That's very true, though I don't come from the Milky Way; I come from the Barton system, a desert planet, Barton Prime. Desolate, and bloody."
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*he turns back to face her "Sounds like a lovely place to grow up on. I come from Clyndessia. It's the capital of the Alliance. It also isn't in the Milky Way. It's in the Large Magellanic Cloud. I recommend it if you ever feel like you need a vacation."-Silver
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"Hm. How's the weather up there? Artificial atmosphere?"
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"Slight Artificial Atmosphere. Most of it is natural, though. It fairly hot during the summer, and fairly cold during the winter. Overall, a calm climate."-Silver
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"Like this New York I'm always hearing about."
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"More like Chicago, but without all the false convictions and crime."-Silver
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"What's Chicago?"
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"An old city of Earth's. I am not surprised you don't know it. Most don't."-Silver
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[b]wheatley falls out of an airvent face first directly in front of her.[/b] "GOD DAMN IT! Oh, Hello..."
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Dahlia looks at him with distain, smirking. "So that's where the smelly draft from the air vents was coming from."
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"Hey man, I'm not supposed to be here, it's not like I'm just gonna waltz up into the CO-ED showers when I am, technically an outlaw at this point."
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"Hmm... You do know where you are, right? This is the Infinity. Kind of the worst place to hide out, but even then, I like your moxy kid. The names Dahlia Sliverjaw, professional mercenary and bitch." Dahlia crouches down and extends a hand, coiled in a black leather glove stained with grease and dried blood.
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"Hey man, no ones gonna think a galactic outlaw has the balls to hide amongst them... I'm Wheatley, last man in a race of scavengers and professional mutilationist." [b]he throws a mask over his face [/b]
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Edited by VertheAlt: 2/20/2016 7:59:32 PM"Nice to meet you, Wheatley. How do you get your food?"
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"BAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH..... I don't. I haven't eaten in like two weeks..."
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"I'm sneak you some food when I get back to the gallery."
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"Ehhh, it's fine, I wouldn't want to endanger anyone."
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"I like you kid. And really, no ones gonna talk to an asshat like myself."
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"Thanks... I appreciate it. I'll be in the vents if ya need meh."
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"Scram before you get noticed."
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[b]he jumps into the vents[/b]
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"When you've seen what I have, sometimes the normal is special enough." [b][i]Cephalon says, walking up next to you.[/i][/b]
