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4/23/2016 12:53:04 AM
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"It works for them. Regiments from my homeworld have the opposite mentality, we're well trained and well equipped for when we drop behind enemy lines."
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"Well your regiment sounds like a sensible one."
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"We try, our lineage dates back to before humanity had mastered space travel, paratroopers try were called."
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"Heh, met a few of them back home. Please tell me you have more than just a parachute where you can be shot from the sky?"
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"Grav chutes, like parachutes but faster an harder to hit."
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"Interesting. Well if I see a guardsman I'll be sure to thank him for his service." [i]Hutch responds to Thomas. [/i]
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"We appreciate it, but none of that matters really if we don't get off this ship."
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"Well, I intend to get off, so I'll still be doing it. Gotta be an optimist here, at least that's how I'm seeing things."
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"Optimism is in short supply these days, perhaps more people should try to be that way, or perhaps realists are the way to go. Who can say."
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"Pessimists see that their is no hope in our case, and realists will say the same. It's the optimists that think we have a sliver of hope." [i]Hutch replied, a smile resting on his face. [/i]
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The guardsman looked at the other two people sitting at the table, this man was a strange one. "Keep your optimism, you're gonna need it."
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"That's true man." [i]The cowboy exclaimed, shooting the guardsman a glance. [/i]
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"Well, I've brought this conversation down long enough and bugged you folks for long enough too. I'll see you all around I suppose, have a good day." With that he stood returned the chair to its rightful place, collected his helmet and lascarbine from the bar and left.
