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3/7/2016 12:03:32 AM
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"The hell?" [b][i]He thinks to himself, and he slowly walks over, a black cloak resting over him, the words HUNTERS LEGION sprawled across his back in a bright orange[/i][/b]
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[i]As he approached, the hulking figure in power armor walked out of the aircraft, holding an M16A4 in one hand and an FAL in the other. Turning to face JT, he laughed.[/i] Long time no see, you damn Cannuck...
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"Wilson, certainly has been a while." [b][i]He says to the hulking figure, a slight chuckle following his words shortly after. He crosses his arms and looks at the innards of the Vertibird, slightly impressed at the amount of gear Wilson obtained. [/i][/b]"I see you've been busy?"
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You have no idea.... Been hunting for a while, got new power armor up in Boston, killed more people, nuked more shit, my usual...
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"And that's why you're one of the best damn allies I have. Now, whatever happened to that guy you were with, Blackjack I think his name was?" [b][i]He asked, scanning the cargo bay of the Vertibird with his left eye; Cybernetic scan, get a visual layout of the room implanted to memory, while the right focused on Wilson. [/i][/b]
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Wolfie? He's dead, been dead for a while. Venom fell apart during the third World War, and Wolfie got killed by the Feds a couple years later despite making a deal with them. His kid's still alive, somewhere around here with dad's armor.
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"Damn, never pegged him for the type to have a kid. Hell, never pegged him for the type to want a kid. What's he like, anyways?"
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Hey man, what man doesn't want to -blam!-? Kid's a lot quieter than his old man, still radiates that threatening atmosphere, but he's chill.
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"Yeah, I've met a lot of guys that would rather smash a face than a broad. You seen a Space Marine before? I'm pretty sure they'd fūck their guns instead of a woman. Anyways, kid sounds like someone id respect."
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He's boring as hell....
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"Well he seems like the type to not slaughter people, so I can see why. You know of any good VR simulations around here? Need to shoot something."
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I know there's a live-fire training floor on here that I've been using. Has hologram enemies and shit.
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"Damn, whoever built this ship stepped up. Makes the Alamo look like a fighter jet from the 20th century..."
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Hey man, I wouldn't talk shit about Venom's jets, some of the older ones were taking down ridiculously advanced alien jets and shit...
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"I'm talking about older models, like the ones made for civilian use. Jumbo Jet's and shit, barely s military thing. I think Venom's things could easily fūck places up."
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I'm just saying, some of the older stuff is wild, man. Don't knock it because of age.
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"Agreed there. Personally I carry a trio of old Colt Python's with me at all moments, just because of its power." [b][i]He says, gesturing to the three firearms laying at his hip. [/i][/b]
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Gun on my shoulder was first fielded between WWI and WWII. Hell of a weapon. [i]He gestures to the M2HB mounted on his right shoulder.[/i]
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"Damn, I'll only imagine the hell you can raise with that thing. Personally I like a mix of old and new, hence why I got an NTR rifle back on the ship."
