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originally posted in: [[-Exodus RP-]]
Edited by Bardo XCIX: 5/11/2017 12:21:25 AM
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[b][u]Do You Have Anymore Peanuts?[/u][/b] [i][u]K'Lan Labor Mine, K'Lan, Dock 13[/u][/i] Luck and Venator had been the final arrivals to enter the Concordat Heavy Drop-Ship, narrowly avoiding a barrage of incoming shots. "I see we were late to the get together." An explosion reverberated throughout the ship, rocking it enough to send those who were standing falling. "One... four..... ten..... whatever. There's enough of us here that I won't feel bad for leaving." He said as he got up, standing. The gunfire became more intense outside, the echoes of battle becoming louder. Luck ran towards the front of the ship, towards the cockpit, and starting it up. He pulled up a nav-chart, pressing on a point that was glowing blue. "They're to busy one tiny Heavy Drop-Ship leaving orbit and blinking." "But just in case they aren't, y'know, it was nice slaving with you all." He joked over the intercom, before everyone felt a jolt as the ship began to rise, then lurched forward. In the cockpit, an incoming transmission appeared, opening by itself. "This is Commander Lylus. Who authorized your retreat from the engagement?" "We had need of additional ammunition, and thought it prudent to return with an empty Heavy Drop to fill to capacity." He responded in an respectful and confident tone, somewhat different what how he had been speaking. "....Understood. Proceed." As the ship broke orbit, Luck began inputting commands into the dash. Suddenly, the ship changed course from the Carrier in orbit, heading in the opposite direction. "What are you doing? What is your service number? I'll have you tried for this!" The Commander began going on a tirade, before Luck forcefully ended the transmission. "Prepare for Blink-Jump. 3...2...1..." Outside the ship, space seemed to fold around them, forming a sort of bubble. Around the bubble, stars were stretched and torn, galaxies crumpling and forming. It was truly a awe-inspiring sight, it they could see it. "This is your captain speaking..." Luck said over the intercom. "Our destination is a lovely supply outpost located in the H'iam Belt. You will note this is located within Concordat Space, so running into anymore J'Jaro is unlikely." "Our trip will last about ten hours, so please, rest, relax, recharge. Snacks should be in the back, along with equipment such as spare suits, ammunition, and weaponry." "Thank you for flying Transit Escape With Our Lives." He finished, cutting the intercom and leaning back in his seat, deciding to nap. [spoiler]Soweve escaped and are now traveling to s supply station. In the meantime, interact with eachother, get to know one another. Try not to cause any trouble. [/spoiler]
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  • [i]At the door of the pilot's cockpit, Kal Wardin was looking out the windows. He still had his armour and helmet, but he had temporarily left his weapons behind.[/i]

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  • "You alright there?" The voice of a woman came from behind the man

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  • "Hm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine." [i]His voice had a sort of 'neon' feel to it, through the speakers in his helmet. And plus, it looked like his armor wasn't designed from any known factions or alliances that were around.[/i]

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  • "Don't seem like it. Looking off into who knows where and all." The woman said, her voice sounding normal, as if she wasn't wearing a helmet

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  • [i]The N.O.V.A Captain just shrugged and continued to look at the warping stars and galaxies. A few seconds later, he came up with a question.[/i] "What did you work as? You know, before you became a prisoner for the J'Jaro."

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  • "Me? I ran with this group on an output called the Trench station. Moved on world. Became a Badass queenpin. Hell of a life. And yourself?"

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  • "Ranked Captain of the Near Orbit Vanguard Alliance. Used to be a engineer, then a ex-officer, now I was promoted to my current ranking."

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  • The sound of tinkering could be heard in the back of the ship, and the sound of rock music "F*cking J'Jaro.....trashed my mech.....harpoon's offline....chaingun's wrecked......EVA, Thrusters.....gone..." He said, listing the multiple things wrong with the said device

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  • [i]A man in a black long coat, beaked mask and top hat wandered over. His arms were cybernetic and he was slightly intimidating due to his height being around 7 feet tall[/i] "Do you need some assistance with your mech?" [i]a a deep, mechanical, and raspy voice spoke from under the mask[/i]

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  • "Nah, I just need time. If I had to I could scrap this ship for the parts needed." He said, laughing "Who are you?"

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  • "I'm Doctor Riley. Who are you?" [i]he twists a small knob on the side of his mask and some steam spews from the vents on the sides of his mask. [/i]

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  • "Arthur." He said, messing with what he had referred to as the "Harpoon", attempting to clear debris out of it and salvage the firing mechanism

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  • "If you require assistance I would be more than happy to lend a hand"

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  • [b]Gauze wandered back there, still dirty from his time under the floor. His scarf was lopsidedly perched on his shoulders, uniform crumpled, quietly singing to himself.[/b] [i]"...dum diddle diddle dum diddle eye..."[/i]

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  • "Aye cap'n...." He said, laughing after that, still working on a giant mech (a piece of junk that seemed to be rather intimidating) about the size of a sedan

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  • [b]The wandering medic looked over and strode over quietly, pulling over a crate to sit on.[/b] [i]"...time keeps rollin' but we don' need to cry. Um diddle diddle I'm diddle dee..."[/i]

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  • He growled "I need that, get off." He said motioning to the crate with a buzzaxe with a burning red saw

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  • [i]"Fight me for it..."[/i] [b]The man said offhandedly as he got up, grumpily unfolding his scarf and tying it to some pipes on the walls on either side of the corner, before plopping down in his makeshift hammock.[/b] [i]"I'm no mechanical genius but I think you'll need to switch those hydraulic couplings right there."[/i] [b]He said, pointing at a joint on the mech, before he started humming to himself[/b]

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  • "Actually...no. I built this mech from a rusting hulk to this beast. I know her from the inside out"

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  • [i]"Dang. What'd you use, a washing machine?"[/i] [b]The medic said offhandedly, peeking up a bit.[/b] [i]"Name's Gauze. That's what everyone calls me, so you can too."[/i]

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  • "Name's Arthur. And no, but you wouldn't know anything about that"

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  • [i]"Actually I worked in a furniture store some... ten? Odd years ago. Then I joined the military. Anyways, changing subject, you like explosives?"[/i]

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  • "No, unless I'm using them to blow down doors or bad guys" He said, trying to clear debris from the launcher attached to the left claw, presumably the harpoon launcher he mentioned

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  • [i]"That's a shame. They're fun. Me and the boys had a game where you threw a bit of impact explosive into the air and tried to shoot it. Like fireworks but more challenging."[/i] [b]The medic pulled out a handgun from a holster and started disassembling it. [/b]

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  • "Hmph. Where I can from we had mech fights to the death."

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