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1/10/2016 8:16:42 PM
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"Sounds like you have a problem with authority."
[i] Ronin sits down next to him and leans against the wall. [/i] "Yeah, I do. Girlfriend." [i] He said girlfriend, yet a moment ago he spoke of his wife and two kids...[/i]
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Eric looks over at him, and grins, "Savage." He then turns back to the hologram, retelling some ISS history and the likes. "So, the last thing I remember before the crash was running away from the Imperials, trying to get off-system. That must have been at least a few weeks ago, which means that I've been stationed on the Avalon for at least seven days, probably more. Anything I should expect with the crew? Rapists, tough guys... Chicks?"
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[i]Ronin looks at him.[/i] "My wife died 14 years ago Eric. Not that I expect you to know that; but I'm not that guy." [i] He pulls the white and gold sword from its sheathe and begins to clean the blade with a cloth from his pocket.[/i] "Ràpists, yeah, one. Names Limbo. Girls, figure that out on your own, tough guys, a lot of them who just deserve a sword where the sun doesn't shine."
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"Cheery. Can't believe I signed up for this shit..." A gentle beeping wakes him from his thoughts, and Eric puts the Vertibird down in a clearing. "Well, we're here. See you around Ronin."
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"Eric, who is Hallwinter to you?" [i] Ronin questions again; knowing the first time he lied.[/i]
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Eric turns around and faces you, still walking backwards, "Now [i]that[/i] is the million credit question, isn't it?"
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[i] He sees Ronin vanish and as he walks backwards he bumps into his chest.[/i] "Yeah, it is."
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His hand's on his pistol in a second, but he sighs and relaxes when he realizes that it's Ronin, "Goddammit man, stop doing that! Look, I know that I'm sexy, but you have to stop following me."
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"Just answer the question dammit."
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"Look, I don't know [i]who[/i] he is, honestly. Hell, I know that he isn't human, but I don't know [i]what[/i] he is either. He appears to me sometimes, in my dreams... If they can be called dreams. He speaks to me of planets that I've never heard, battles that I've never read of, and of friends I've never seen." He looks embarrassed, "He looks like me, doesn't he?"
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[i]Ronin nods.[/i] "Very. I've never met him personally, but he was an associate of a former employer of mine."
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Edited by Spyglass: 1/10/2016 9:53:02 PM"Employer..." Eric thinks, memories clearly coming back to him as he does, "Edward Schrader. You worked for Venom. He mentioned them a few times; said that they had fought alongside each other, but that he'd never worked for a contract. Look, I don't know him, and you don't know him personally, but whatever relationship he had with me is probably unimportant right now. We're stranded on this planet with no way to get us all off, so unless this Hallwinter can find us, and pull a ship large enough to fit us out of his ass, then I don't see the need for talking about him."
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Edited by Will: 1/10/2016 10:04:14 PM"That I did, and if you want to leave the planet, you can go right now. I have obligations currently." [i] Lance draws his white and gold sword and slashes the air in front of him, opening a tear in the air filled with a swirling purple and black mass.[/i] "There's your free ride, I don't offer them twice."
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Eric stares at the portal in wonder, craving noting more than to secure his own safety. What were all these people to him anyways? But then he turned around and looked at all the people behind him, treating wounds, chatting, training, and something resonated within him. Why should he get special treatment? Why was he exempt from helping them all get off? "Thanks, but no thanks Ronin. We're a team, might as well start acting like one."
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"You're a part of their team; I'm not." [i]His tone held something cold. The portal closes itself as he sheathes the sword with a flourish, and begins to walk away.[/i]
