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2/13/2016 1:53:01 AM
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The Xenomorph had the same thoughts, minus the honor. He just needed to survive. The blades in his forearms activated as they slithered out of his arms. He opened his mouth and shrieked loudly.
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Stalker struggled to maintain focus as a red three-dotted laser trail shined out of his bio-mask and onto the Xenomorph's back. He continues to aim and fires his plasma caster. The caster, being highly unstable and damaged, nearly explodes in response, causing Stalker to fall over.
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[b]Yusa puts a barrier in front of the projectile before sighing[/b] "Keelah, you two are making me wish I was still part of the flotilla....."
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He stood on one knee and looked over his torn plasma caster and at both Yusa and the Xenomorph.
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Edited by Inquisitor Vaax: 2/13/2016 8:18:54 PM[b]He sees faint wisps of dark energy flowing off her arm, her eyes had a slight black tint to them when she used her abilities[/b]
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He tilts his head slightly as he observes her energy. He'd seen many things throughout his huntings, and this was a very intriguing individual in his vision.
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"Can you explain why you want to kill him besides honor?"
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Stalker lets out another series of clicking noises and snarls from under his mask. "[i]...Challenging. Mighty. Horrendous. The ultimate hunt[/i].."
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"Maybe it would be better if you two found a way to work together, the best honor is in working with who were once your enemies."
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He scoffed and laughed at the idea. His laugh was strangely close to that of a human. "[i]...Impossible![/i]"
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"I'm friends with the king of hell and one of my crew mates is a geth, a sapient machine race that drove my kind from our home world. I know what I'm talking about."
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He finished laughing, but did not consider what she said. To him the idea of mortal enemies working together was still an impossible one to understand.
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"Are you so blinded by what you know that you won't consider anything that you don't know?"
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He stands up and walks over to her. Regardless of how he slightly slouched down because of his knee, he still towered over her. "[i]It...cannot be..[/i]"
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"Then show me why it can't. He's killing for survival and you're killing for honor, try to reason why you two can't find a way to co exist."
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He snarled in her face. "[i]Survival....no. It...is mindless. Killing is..all it knows.[/i]"
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"I saw its mind, this isn't some normal thing you hunt. It's smarter then you think."
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He turned to look at the Xenomorph. Indeed it was much more than an average serpent. Stalker refused to admit to it however.
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"You're scared that if it's smarter then you think, it has a soul. That killing it means you've killed a one of a kind creature."
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He shook his head and placed both hands on the side of his head, still denying it.
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"Just accept it, you'll feel better....."
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He looked at the Xenomorph, then his knee, and then back at her. Maybe she was right. Maybe she was wrong. It troubled him.
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Edited by Inquisitor Vaax: 2/13/2016 10:27:57 PM"Let's say I was right and he was as smart as us, how would you feel?"
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"[i]....Disgraceful.[/i]"
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"And why's that?"
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He avoided the question and looked down.
