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Edited by Asharru:
1/10/2016 12:02:09 AM
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From the polluted outskirts of northern Erot, a 10-foot tall humanoid automaton carrying both a large plasma rifle and a man wearing goggles, a tarp cloak, a red and white leather jacket plated with vibrosteel, black skinny jeans with one pant leg shredded and bloody, knee-high black leather boots, and various utility belts which holster a Smith and Wesson Model 629 and a vibrosteel saber at his hip in its massive mechanical hands stomps towards the large structure described by Paladin Aaron, large flurries of sand and dust rising from its footsteps.
English
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It is a large black structure, looking like an old base of an elite military. Sawyer stands in hangar staring at a large black ship.
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"[i]Hey![/i]" the man in the robot's grasp shouts at Sawyer, "[i]Are you the guy who made that transmission?[/i]"
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"Yep. I'm your boss."
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"Oh. Okay." He then gets himself out of the robot's grip and lands painfully on the sandy ground with both legs, one of which has a massive bullet hole in it. He winces and grunts in pain as he straightens himself, leaning on his uninjured leg. "Well, I'm a new operative. Frankie Magnum, or The Prick. I've been trying to find you guys, but my robot friend here says you were hiding in some pocket dimension or something."
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"Well, they were bullshitting you. And we're sorry a Newbie like you has to see us at our weakest, but soon we'll be back in business."
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"Uhh... alright. So... am I being placed anywhere? Are they any jobs I need to do?"
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"Tomorrow, you're coming here and helping us kill every Atea on this ship."
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"Atea?"
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[b]The robot keeps sprinting to it[/b]
