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5/28/2016 1:23:49 AM
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[b][i]In the sky above the Bloodwraith, a light is seen, though it's no star. It's a crashing fighter ship, and though the ship burns with a bright yellow-red glow, the cockpit is frozen, cryo-sleep activated. It hurtles violently towards the ship before slamming into the ground, most of the ship shattering on impact but the cryo pod still intact. Anyone who would venture close to the pod would see who's inside, though who knows what else heard the crash...[/i][/b]
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*Mortar walks up and looks in the cryo pod, intent on finding what's in there*
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[b][i]The glass is all fogged and covered in ice, but what seem to be two release levers sit on the side.[/i][/b]
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*Mortar breaks through the ice with his dark blue katana/broadsword with green flames and pulls the levers* Let's see where this takes us
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[b][i]The top of the pod rockets off, landing a good 10 yards off. You see a man in armour, mos likely a soldier. He coughs and attempts to sit up[/i][/b]
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*Mortar walks up to the man* You okay there? You had a rough crash.
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[b][i]He gets up.[/i][/b] "Shit." He says, half stepping, half falling out of the pod. He surveys the damage "well, this'll be hard to explain to the 121st"
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The... 121st? Man, living in the Underworld 20,000 years really DOES make you blind to the outside world. *Mortar looks you up and down with blazing red eyes, then holds his hand out to shake* Name's Mortar, and you are...
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[b][i]He looks around, seeing you.[/i][/b] "Oh." [b][i]He says, and shakes it[/i][/b] "Corporal Jared Carmichael."
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*He nods upon hearing your name* You okay? You had a rough crash, and your suit looks like it took a little damage too.
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[b][i]He looks at his bud, showing its at about 15% durability.[/i][/b] "Yeah, that's true." He says, then looks around, walking over to a crate. "Alright. Okinawa, get my back. Spectre, find a vantage point and watch out. Stonewall, I want a peri-" he says, looking around "Okinawa? Spectre? Stonewall?"
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*Mortar looks around a little* If they were in the ship with you, I don't think they made it.
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"From the looks of the wreckage it was a one man fighter. They wouldn't have been with me." He says, opening the container and grabbing his guns and machete.
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Oh. Well I saw only one ship, and this place kind of jams radio and communication, so, you may be stuck here a while
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"Well, might as well find shelter. Any idea where the -blam!- I am?" He says, looking at you pistol in hand
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A place called the "Bloodwrath" Don't really ask me, I haven't been here a while. But I think that this hallway goes somewhere safe... *Mortar walks the hall, sword still in hand*
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"Hell, best shot I got." He says, and looks at you. "Air breathable here?"
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Surprisingly, yea. I know this way, this goes to my "quarters" where I have a telecommunications room
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[b][i]He takes of his helmet, revealing his face along with the eh three cross tattoos.[/i][/b] "Mind helping a soldier out? I could use that to try to find the rest of my squad."
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Of course, I could help you out. *Mortar enters a small room, having a leather cot, a modified telegram machine in the back, and a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling* Sorry, it's not much, but it'll do.
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"Hey, it'll do when your on a foreign world with no clue what's around." He says laughing a bit, checking his grenades
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True, true. *He walks over to the telegram machine* Tell me what you want out there, anyone with a certain frequency can hear it.
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"Yeah, we use a special frequency so no one can bug us." He says, walking over the to the machine, and putting his helmet on it, pulling a cord from his pocket and attaching it to his helmet and the machine
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Got it, what do ya wanna say?
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"Send out this numerical code: 4-7-1-1-8-2-4"
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*Mortar puts in what you say, and not much later, a response comes in, a bunch of numbers and symbols*
