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12/20/2015 10:21:37 PM
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[b][i]A man sneaks up behind you, putting a bone machete to your neck.[/i][/b]
"Who are you and where are you from."
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"My squad mates call me reaper, or they would if any had survived the crash. I'm from off world, my squad was sent here but our ship crash landed."
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[b][i]He lets go.[/i][/b] "Oh. Another from FN. Greyhound." He says extending a hand and lowering he's weapons
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[b]nods and slightly rubs his neck[/b] Where to?
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"What? The ship left."
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"Is there a camp somewhere nearby? Looks like it's getting dark and I don't want to be stuck out at night with that thing again"
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"Yeah, I've got a camp. Follow me." He says and walks west
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"All right, let's go" [b]follows the man, briefly looking up at the sun measuring how much daylight is left[/b]
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[b][i]They approach the camp. A fire sits there[/i][/b]
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[b]sits infront of the fire, and uses it to soften the piece of metal from earlier, and continues working on it[/b]
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"Where'd you get the metal?"
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"It's a shard from my crashed ship, titanium alloy"
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"And you think a campfire will do much to it?"
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"More than trying to do it with my hands alone"
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"True, true."
