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12/17/2015 8:41:27 PM
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[b][i]Jakob enters Bay 9, waiting to see what this is. He's greyhound follows him, chewing on a bone."[/i][/b]
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Colonel Decessare stands at a hologram of his planet, smoking his pipe.
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[b][i]He walks over.[/i][/b] "I mean this in the nicest way possible, but what happened to your face?"
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"Busman burner."
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"That doesn't sound good. So, why are we here?"
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"Evaluation. The CRAP."
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"I beg your pardon sir, but you shouldn't talk about the military like that. Especially the old Jamaican one."
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"It's an acronym. The Combat Readiness Assessment Program."
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"Oh. So, what am I doing?"
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""We're sending you down to Corra, a jungle planet. You all will have to survive for one week with no help whatsoever in an environment where anything will kill you."
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"I've already done this for a science experiment, so I'd be happy to. Guns and pets allowed or no."
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"Neither."
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"Alright." He says, and looks at his dog. "Sorry boy. Gonna have to stay here. Don't bite anyone." He says, and grabs his gun. "So I give this to you?"
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"On the planet surface."
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"So when is this happeneing?"
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"Tomorrow. Dismissed."
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"Yes sir." He says, saluting and walking off, his dog folowing
