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8/22/2014 5:14:05 AM
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*Everyone in the bar hears a loud whooshing sound getting closer.*
*[b][i]SLAM!!![/i][/b]*
*A drop pod crashed through the Hangar, then the bar and lodge itself into the floor near the door.*
*It opens and I step out of it.*
Oh... uh, sorry... I'll pay for the repairs. I could have sworn I was going to land outside of the bar, not in it...
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*under pod* THAT -blam!-ING HURT! *throws pod through hole* I think that busted some ribs.
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Shit, why'd my pod have to crash into the bar AND hit my superior? I'll get you something for the pain... *Hurries and grabs some injectable Bacta for Fletch.*
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*lights on fire* OH MY GOD! MY ALLERGIES!
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[spoiler]I don't think Bacta is something that someone can be allergic to, since, you know, best healing solution in the known star wars galaxy...[/spoiler] What the actual -blam!-. *Gets a big barrel of water to douse Fletch in.*
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Thank you. And I am, because gene mutation causes my body to violently reject the healing properties. I got this any ways! *stabs a syringe full of experimental drugs into my next. Is healed* This is not bacta, this is something I can use to heal with out combusting.
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Alright... don't give bacta to Fletch basically. Got it.
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And don't land po- SHIT! *smashed by falling hornet. Pilot gets out: IM ALIVE* Why....? ;-;
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*Stares. Just stares, not even a Spartan Stare. Just stare at the random ass hornet that smashed Fletch.* How has this place survived all this crap?...
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I think i soiled my armor. T_T
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*moves hornet of of me* More drugs please, my spleen just burst. .... And some new armor, this stuff is pretty -blam!-ed.
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Uh, the armor I can do. Your experimental drug thing? Not so much. *Teleports in a case of MJOLNIR Mk.VI Armor for fletch- next to me, not on top of or near Fletch.*
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The drugs are in a briefcase in the basement. Hurry before I bloat up from bleeding into my abdomen.
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*Runs as fast as a not-Kelly Spartan can, which is still damn fast, and grabs the briefcase, bringing it back and injecting fletch with one of his drug syringes.* If something strange happens despite me getting the right case I might just sulk in a corner.
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*gets up* we good! *goes and changes into new gear.* It looks like my old one, but it's better in all ways!
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Oh, you had Mk.V too? ... I should upgrade to VI myself now that I think of it...
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I thought that said VII.... Don't judge me.
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*Shrug.* Nobody judging anyone in this bar. Except for Desticles. We judge them harshly and unfairly. Just the way we like it!
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I'm just gonna say its VII, because i can.
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*Stares*
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Shut up.
