Blackburn was exhausted. Currently the leaders of the Haven (general quarters) had him running for supplies and survivors. He didn't care who they were, who they pledged allegiance to, he helped anyone who needed it. He'd been running on little to no sleep. He finally completed his last run, he'd helped an eldar female back to camp. She was as ungrateful and had a huge chip on her shoulder, at least to begin with. A couple of firefights later and close calls later and her tune changed.
Her checked her into the gate, and headed here, the small area he called his home. It wasn't much but he'd gotten it as part of his agreement with the haven. Solo quarters with tools and material to fix and tinker with his gear. He exited his Exosuit and fell face first into his bed.
When he woke he dressed and went to one of the bars in the haven. He didn't have a lot of money, but he didn't need it. He had an understanding with one of the barkeepers.
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[b][i]Aliza walks out of the back, seeing a familiar face. "You're here a little early... What can I get you?" She asks as she puts down the box she was carrying.[/i][/b]
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"Anything that doesn't taste like piss. And something to eat that doesn't come prepackaged."
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[b][i]Aliza gives you a strange look. "....Soooooooooo a fresh meal, hold the piss?" She returns to the back for several minutes before bringing out a rack of perfectly cooked grox meat with a pint of frosty beer. [/i][/b]
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He nodded his thanks and dig into his meal. Drinking in between mouthfuls of food.
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[spoiler]what's the haven?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]central location everyone is in.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Oh, the General Quarters.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]haven sounds cooler.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]if you say so[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]i do. [/spoiler]