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1/10/2016 12:35:02 PM
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[i] She frowns, then indicating to your arm.[/i]
" So you want that strapped before we do anything else.
I'm no medic, but I got what you need to keep it from getting worse until we get to Erot."
[i] she listens as you explain where you think you armour is. [/i]
" And 20 min isn't long considering we are foot and they are in buggy's. "
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Keeps in mind that the arm is broken. “[i]We could go as long as we can make another Armor, but there is one priority i'm not allowed to fail.[/i]“ [b]Starring at you.[/b] “[i]With my arm i can't really defend myself, i got a few Knifes but that won't be enough.[/i]“ I start to remember what happened.. “[i]We have to go, the Armor won't be good enough, do you still have a Grenade, maybe a.. Impact one?[/i]“
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Edited by ChaiseShadows: 1/10/2016 3:05:51 PM[i] She looks at him , thinking what she has that will help.[/i] " Look I can easily cover both of us , there are engineers from the Avalon who can build you anything you want, so don't worry about armour. You sure you want to risk grabbing anything else?."
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Thinking about it. “[i]Don't worry about the Stuff. I will take the rest if i will return.[/i]“ With a small sigh i look at the direction where the sound came from. “[i]We should go, throw a Grenade and lets move. I don't want them have my Armor and Stuff.[/i]“
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[i] As they walk away Deux turns , loading a special round into her revolver, firing into the front of the wreckage , for moment it looks as though nothing happened. Then quite unexpectadly it starts to glow orange then white with incredible heat. slowly but surely everything begins to disintegrate [/i] " Its not far to Erot lets go."
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Edited by sigma: 1/10/2016 3:38:30 PMWhile walking i only thought what exactly happened back then the Ship crashed. “[i]I just wanted to say.. thanks! Without you i guess i would be already dead.[/i]“ At a moment of silence i slightly looked back at the Wreckage and i knew that i will be coming back.
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[i] Deux lights up another cigarette, [/i] " So who are you and what brings you to this lovely example of cultural excellence ?" [i] She keeps them walking at a fair pace heading westward, reloading her weapon and holstering it.[/i]
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Shortly taking a breath... “[i]My name is Stan... Stan Taylor. Officially i was an Engineer on my Ship, undercover i was a “Phantom“, someone who hunted felons.[/i]“ Looking inside the Jacket a piece of Paper, a few seconds later finding it. “[i]Umm, i still got this.[/i]“ [b]Showing Deux the Paper, with different Names but pointing on one.[/b] “[i]They wanted that.. that i kill myself.. but for sure i haven't done it.[/i]“ Tries to laugh, but keep talk further. “[i]So i had to go undercover. On my ship later we searched for Avalon, but we couldn't find anything. A few seconds later the Ship was burning, and thats it, i felt a pain on my Head and that was the last Memory i had on the Ship. Later i woke up on this Planet.[/i]
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[i] She looks at the note but since she only arrived a few days ago she doesn't know if any of them are here.[/i] " Afraid I'm not much use to you friend, I fell through a portal whilst slaying a Demon. I can take you to the people who were aboard the Avalon,...infact we are nearly there." [i] A miles in the distance there is a small township and to one side a sprawling encampment has sprung up. Welcome to Fireteam November, and the Avalon head quarters.[/i]
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Notices the township... “[i]It is good to go under people again, didn't had that feeling since i left the British Army.[/i]“ Is getting tired, but keep trying to move on.
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[i] She notices him slowing, and adjusts her pace[/i] " Can you manage or do yo need to lean on me? Its not far now?"
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Watching in direction of the township. “[i]If i die, it will be your fault, heh.[/i] Trying to laugh, but still feeling some kind of weirdness. “[i]Don't worry i'm fine[/i]“
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Edited by ChaiseShadows: 1/10/2016 6:36:26 PM[i] As they reach the FN encampment the place is a chaotic mess. None seems to be in charge and it takes a few minutes for Deux to locate the medical tent. Small scuffles break out between FN members. One soldier grabs another.[/i] [b] I saw you assault her man what you got to say for yourself !?[/b] [i] The other guy shrugs [/i] [u] "hey man I didn't kill her it was just a bit of fun,she'll get over it. Hell she probably liked it".[/u] [i] The fight continues[/i] " Well Stan welcome to Fireteam November open to râpists and murderers alike .I hope your not fussy about who you bunk with because this is one of the most base team of degenerates I have ever come across. Here is the medical tent, I just over heard they are trying to revive the Avalon so we should be back on board by tomorrow. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
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Shrugs for a bit than suddenly stops and looks at the fight. “[i]Well, better than nothing. I will see if i can help inside this... mess.[/i]“ I turn around as i hear my name. But that was just the wind blowing around. “[i]I will have to rest, thanks anyway. Let me know if i can help you, i own you one. Without you... i guess you know what would happen[/i]“ As soon as i stopped talking i moved towards the medic.
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[i] Deux nods [/i] " All the best Stan" [i] She picks her way passed the ensuing melee and carries on as far away from the noise and rabble as she can manage.[/i] [spoiler] End[/spoiler]
