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2/15/2016 4:27:48 AM
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[b]he still doesn't speak. He draws a handgun and mows through the Feds, including the pilot. As he puts her down in the dropship, white writing in his left shoulder piece reads "WHEATLEY: 2552." He allows his AI to hack into the ships flight, setting a course for a rebel FOB.[/b]
"Hey? Can to hear me?"
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[b]she nods[/b]
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"Okay, I'm gonna need you to stay conscious, okay? Don't be passing out on me. What's your name?" [b]he begins cauterizing and bandaging wounds [/b]
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"Angela...." [b]she winces in pain when you cauterize the wound on her leg[/b]
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"Nice to meet you, I'm Wheatley. Who did this to you?" [b]he bandages the wound and removes the prosthetics, which are pretty much useless at this point[/b]
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"The fifty some dead feds you saw when you picked me up"
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"Alright, you got any other wounds? Anything hurt?"
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"I think I have a few broken ribs and a punctured lung"
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[b]he sighs[/b] "alright... Tac, you aren't gonna like this.." [i]"oh god, what is it.."[/i] [b]he takes off the armored stealth cloak he was using and throws it over her[/b] [i]"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"[/i] "Run medical nanite procedure number twenty one-forty seven." [b]his AI sighs[/b] "Fine... You owe me for this.." [b]the cloak lets out a small swarm of nanites that hold the lung open and the rips in place[/b] "It won't save you, but it will keep you around until we get back to the FOB..."
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"Thank you"
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"It's nothing." [b]he is now armor less, wearing a [i]bring me the horizon [/i] t-shirt he totally didn't forget to take off before putting on the armor[/b]
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[b]she is silent for most of the flight[/b]
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[b]a pool of blood develops from around him, yet he doesn't seem to notice or care[/b]
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[b]she seems too lost in thought to notice[/b]
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"You okay?"
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"Huh? Yeah..... but I've been better"
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"We've all been... Too many innocent people have died in that blast..." [b]he stares out of the opened cargo door, sniper rifle in hand, they close in on a rebel base Before being blasted out of the sky by a federation fighter. He grabs his AI, grabs you, and jumps from the dropship, falling around 15 meters before landing on a rooftop[/b]
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"Ow....that hurt" [b]she holds her side with her arm[/b]
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[b]he wraps her in the cloak, picking her up and booking it before the inevitable death squad inbound[/b] "You okay? You feel light headed? Can't breathe?"
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"I think.....I....." [b]she passes out[/b]
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"HEY! Stay with me, where almost there..." [b]he runs through the doors to a hospital, full of wounded soliders and guards[/b] "WE NEED A MEDIC!"
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[b]a medic runs over[/b] [Medic]"What happened to her?"
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"Federation ambush, found her in a derelict car. First aid has been administered. She's got a punctured lung and fractured ribs..."
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"Alright we'll take care of her" [b]the medic takes her and carries her into an operating room[/b]
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[b]he takes his cloak back and walks off[/b] [spoiler]end[/spoiler]
