"Nothing. If they didn't respond they aren't here, or are dead. I'd wager the fist though."
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I guess so
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"Well, I better find a place to camp out. I've got no -blam!-ing clue what's in this world."
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It's hard to describe, it's weird... I'll send out one last thing. *Mortar types in your crew's names and sends it out on a certain frequency*
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[spoiler]ill be introducing them later so yeah.[/spoiler] [i][b]After a while nothing comes up[/b][/i]
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Yeah, I think there's a small room to the right of here.
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[i][b]He looks at you.[/b][/i] "You don't mind if I use it?"
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I don't mind, pretty sure you can use it
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"Thanks. Hopefully I still remember how to repair this armour." He says
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You should. The problem would probably be the lack of material
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"It's mainly circuitry. I'll be fine."
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Okay then. *Mortar points to the direction the room is in*
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[b][i]He heads in, shutting the door[/i][/b]
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*Mortar tries the telegram once again, trying for someone else*
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[i][b]In the other room, Jared is fixing his armour[/b][/i]
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*In Mortar's room, you hear him should angrily* no no no NO NO DAMN IT
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[b][i]He steps out, pistol up. He's in Black jogging pants and an orange t-shirt[/i][/b] "What?"
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Oh, sorry, this thing blew up. *He shows you a smouldering telegram machine* That blows my communications.
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"I may be able to fix it if we have parts." He says, walking iver
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Maybe... I've tried to work on stuff, even made a tattoo pen that lets you never lose your weapon
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"If it's just your standard Telecom machine I can fix it."
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Well, your average telegram has wires and things, this works more like an interdimensional phone that sends morse code
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"Then I'm afraid you're shit outta luck. I don't know how that works."
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Yeah... Thanks anyway
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"I'll go finish my repairs. I still need to get a few things back online."
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Oh, cool. It'll be best if you try to work on what you use as communication. I'll see what hasn't been burnt to a crisp