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2/23/2016 10:30:08 PM
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[b]wheatley runs over and smashes the glass on the cockpit, not knowing who the pilot is before he rips him out of this ship with amazing speed [/b]
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[b]It lands with a thud, head in its hands[/b]
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"JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS THAT?! Hello?! Can you hear me?"
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[b]It looks up and looks around then tries to speak to you in multiple languages, turning a dial on his helmet, before he finally gets to English[/b] "can you under stand me now?"
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Edited by Cosmic: 2/23/2016 10:39:12 PM"Y-yes! I can also understand Corranese, but im willing to assume you haven't been there."
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"I haven't been far from my planet this is probably the farthest"
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"A-are you okay? Do you need a medic?"
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"No I think I should be fine"
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"Here, we should get you somewhere to stay." [b]he drags the dude to his humble abode, he wasn't accounted for during the creation of the ship and therefore is homeless. He drags him to a mattress, small refrigerator, and a sheet covered In weapons against the wall of the hangar.[/b]
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"Is this your..uh...home?"
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"Yeah, sorry to dissapoint you, but it's kinda all I got, you can stay here until they find you somewhere to stay. It's not much, but atleast it's something in the meantime. What's your name?"
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"Grulex"
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"I'm Wheatley... I hope you don't mind, but I have this strange craving for.. Well... Flesh. I am a wisp, to stay alive a wisp must feed on the blood of a child atleast once a week."
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"Hmm, interesting"
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"Aaaaand the majority of the time that is... Very young children... The first born taste like the most wonderful thing you can imagine..."
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"Probably not the same for most"
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"Definetly. We where hunted to extinction, I am one of the last.."
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"A sad fate"
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"Yeh. Me and Amelia are the two last." [b]a woman walks by, seemingly around the same age as Wheatley. as she walks by she drops a small package next to him and walks off. Both share many of the same physical characteristics. White hair and skin, pitch black eyes with a. White pupil in the middle, other than one thing... Wheatley wears a mask, a half mask he refuses to remove even while he sleeps[/b] "That's her actually, wonder what she's doing..."
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"Yes"
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"Yes what?"
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"I wonder too"
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"And I Aswell." [b]two people speaking come from a nearby hall, interrupted by gunshots and screaming. Wheatley likely runs faster than any Olympic champion down that hall, running past you with a wounded woman in his arms and a bloody kidney in his hand [/b]
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"What happened?"
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[b]he doesn't even answer, he just keeps running. The sound of his heavy breathing and manic footsteps fill the air as he bursts through a wall to the medbay, basically short-circuiting his prosthetic arm. Medics swarm him and steal away the woman. Wheatley just stands and watches for a moment before loading a handgun and walking back toward the area she was shot[/b]
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"What happened!?"
