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5/28/2016 12:34:17 PM
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*He nods upon hearing your name*
You okay? You had a rough crash, and your suit looks like it took a little damage too.
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[b][i]He looks at his bud, showing its at about 15% durability.[/i][/b] "Yeah, that's true." He says, then looks around, walking over to a crate. "Alright. Okinawa, get my back. Spectre, find a vantage point and watch out. Stonewall, I want a peri-" he says, looking around "Okinawa? Spectre? Stonewall?"
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*Mortar looks around a little* If they were in the ship with you, I don't think they made it.
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"From the looks of the wreckage it was a one man fighter. They wouldn't have been with me." He says, opening the container and grabbing his guns and machete.
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Oh. Well I saw only one ship, and this place kind of jams radio and communication, so, you may be stuck here a while
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"Well, might as well find shelter. Any idea where the -blam!- I am?" He says, looking at you pistol in hand
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A place called the "Bloodwrath" Don't really ask me, I haven't been here a while. But I think that this hallway goes somewhere safe... *Mortar walks the hall, sword still in hand*
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"Hell, best shot I got." He says, and looks at you. "Air breathable here?"
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Surprisingly, yea. I know this way, this goes to my "quarters" where I have a telecommunications room
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[b][i]He takes of his helmet, revealing his face along with the eh three cross tattoos.[/i][/b] "Mind helping a soldier out? I could use that to try to find the rest of my squad."
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Of course, I could help you out. *Mortar enters a small room, having a leather cot, a modified telegram machine in the back, and a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling* Sorry, it's not much, but it'll do.
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"Hey, it'll do when your on a foreign world with no clue what's around." He says laughing a bit, checking his grenades
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True, true. *He walks over to the telegram machine* Tell me what you want out there, anyone with a certain frequency can hear it.
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"Yeah, we use a special frequency so no one can bug us." He says, walking over the to the machine, and putting his helmet on it, pulling a cord from his pocket and attaching it to his helmet and the machine
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Got it, what do ya wanna say?
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"Send out this numerical code: 4-7-1-1-8-2-4"
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*Mortar puts in what you say, and not much later, a response comes in, a bunch of numbers and symbols*
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"What's it say?" He says looking at the screen
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Hmm... Frequency intercepted, tracking location, that stuff
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"Then it's not them. We would've gotten a direct response with another numeric sequence."
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Oh, then we may wanna watch out for that one. *The telegram begins to write down another sequence, seemingly a series of numbers* I think this is a different person than the last one, just a bunch of numbers
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"They're probably just confused. As far as I know we're the only ones who use that code."
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Alright. What to say now?
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"Nothing. If they didn't respond they aren't here, or are dead. I'd wager the fist though."
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I guess so
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"Well, I better find a place to camp out. I've got no -blam!-ing clue what's in this world."
