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"Because I'm thinking unless you'd be happy to settle in this lovely little corner of space, we're the only ones capable of sending you home. Oh, and one more thing. The enemy we're facing? They won't ask why they should kill you. They just will."
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Edited by GingerlyWalnut3: 12/27/2015 5:01:10 AMGinger stops leaning on his leg, and begins pacing on his side of the room, deliberately and rather annoyingly, "So... I'm stranded, in unfamiliar territory, with a ruthless enemy, and my only hope of getting home is putting my faith in some people that I've never encountered, and have no reason to believe can't handle themselves. You speak as if your society is a utopia, but clearly something is amiss if you must rely upon [i]our[/i] help. Why else would you not simply send us home? Would that not be the just thing to do?"
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"Because, you see, it's in both our interests to stop the Assembly. We need an exterior approach to this issue. This is the third time they've come after us, and I do intend on making it the last one. Besides, plot wise, it's important to have you play a part, even if it's only a minor one. Consider it a filler. But anyhow, we're in need of an exterior strike force. The Borgaan have seen our approach twice now, they know how to save themselves. They haven't thought of you in their calculations."
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[spoiler]Getting off for the night. Nice hint btw. [/spoiler] "... Alright Admiral, sounds good. I'm an ass, but I'm not heartless. In fact, I'm quite the opposite, literally. I'm Matthew, by the way. Matthew Hallwinter. How can I help?"
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"Well Matthew, it's exactly that. I'm assembling a strike force comprised of you people, since you're the closest thing the Borgaan have ever came to an error. You'll be striking hard, and where it hurts."
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[b]Jace steps off rubbing his head[/b] Funny how a coma will leave you with a damn headache. The has happened here? And where is the Ship?
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A security guard approached him. [i]"welcome to station Wolf 359 sir. Please hand over any and all weapons and/or items that carry a potential threat."[/i]
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[b]Phantom steps off the Ship, looking at a HoloScreen that is displayed on his gauntlet[/b] Hmm.... The thing seems stable enough. Could be better though.
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A security guard approached him. [i]"welcome to station Wolf 359 sir. Please hand over any and all weapons and/or items that carry a potential threat."[/i]
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We have to hand over our weapons? [b]He shakes his head[/b] [b]He hands him a Plasma Torch he had been carrying for awhile[/b] This is about the only thing I can hand over to you.
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[i][u]"All weapons,[/u] sir. It's the rule."[/i] The officer insists.
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I have no other weapons I can give, [i]Sir.[/i] [b]His helmet deconstructs, and the Officer can see him staring straight into his eyes[/b]
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[i]"enlighten me. That you can [u]give?"[/u][/i]
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[b]He sighs, then smirks[/b] [b]Holding out his hand, a Hard Light Blade is formed on his gauntlet[/b]
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[i]"then I suppose either you take off that armour or I'll have you confined to your ship."[/i]
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The Armor is apart of my body. It can't come off. [b]He shakes his head and waves his hand dismissively[/b] Nevermind. You have your orders, I suppose.
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[i]"I'll have to install a remote inhibitor then. I'll also assign a security detachment to you, can't be too safe."[/i]
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An inhibitor? What do you think I am, a criminal?
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[i]"everyone is a potential security risk. We built our Order to be the most efficient. No leaks whatsoever. The inhibitor will limit the access to your weapons while in the station. And after all, if no one else in the station has weapons, what harm could come your way?"[/i]
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Edited by Bardo XCIX: 12/27/2015 12:42:37 AM...... [b]He looks at him, thinking[/b] Fine. Give me the Inhibitor.
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He activates a small remote, a blue light travels Phantom's body, and all of his weapons become non-functional. [i]"it's been calibrated through the security gate. When you leave they will become active once more."[/i]
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Yeah, Fine. [b]He walks through the Gate[/b]
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[i]"if you still have any questions,seek out the Admiral. Deck 12, observation lounge."[/i]
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Python steps off the ship, weapons with him. A crack was on his head, leading from the center-right of his head down to the top of his left eye. No minor crack, but he left it there, as a symbol, a reminder of what he had ended that day. As the soldiers and pilots eyed the massive metal being that just exited the ship, he nodded back, staying silent.
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A security officer approached him. [i]"sorry sir, weapons will have to be confiscated while on the station."[/i]
