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[b][u]Ashuna: The Westward March[/u][/b]
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[i]On the arid horizon of an Ashuna dune wavering with heat, the figure of a man trudges through a dense gust of airborne sand.
He is a white man just over 6 feet tall, hair black and tussled, and is clad in a large tarp cloak over a red and white leather jacket plated in vibrosteel, black skinny jeans, and knee-high black leather boots. He is wrapped in various utility belts which holster his Smith and Wesson Model 629 and his vibrosteel saber at his hip.
Goggles are clamped over his eyes, and his lower face is covered by a tarp scarf which matches his cloak in its gray color. Through the visors of these goggles, the man's piercing blue eyes look onward at his destination.
The westward settlement, where the other operatives of November have gone after the crash of the Avalon.
"[b]About fuçkin' time.[/b]" he says, and continues marching towards the settlement.[/i]
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
English
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((Reply to Bakon's posts now too))
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[spoiler]He hasn't replied to me[/spoiler]
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((Okay, well he's replying to me, and all 3 of us are in the same RP rn)) He looks wildly around for the source of the voice, but to no avail. "Hey, robot, can you scan the area for any other people nearby? Or something along those lines?" he says to his mechanical friend.
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Over there [b]He points to an area[/b]
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The crackly transmission from Paladin Aaron suddenly plays through thick static from the voice modules of the robot. "[i]Holy shit![/i]" he cries, "Robot, we just found the fuçking way!" He then looks around wildly for the large structure north of Erot. "Get to the structure, robot!" he shouts.
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[b]He picks him up and starts sprinting there, every step creating a massive curtain of sand[/b]
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((Continue from my post on Veration's transmission post))
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[spoiler]ok[/spoiler]
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"Looking for FN are we?" A voice says, but no one is seen
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From atop the automaton's shoulder, the wounded man in the leather jacket and tarp cloak turns his head quickly to look at you. "Who the hell are you?" he asks hurriedly, gripping his Smith and Wesson.
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[b][i]No one is seen, but he is heard.[/i][/b] "What? Disembodied voices aren't normal?"
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He looks wildly around for the source of the voice, but to no avail. "Hey, robot, can you scan the area for any other people nearby? Or something along those lines?" he says to his mechanical friend.
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[b][i]Jakob becomes visible.[/i][/b] "Wow. Serious much?"
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He locks eyes with Jakob. "Who are you?" he asks again, this time unholstering his revolver.
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"Jakob, Codename greyhound. Your looking for me."
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His eyes widen behind his goggles. "Are you--" He is suddenly interrupted by the crackly transmission from Paladin Aaron which plays through thick static from the voice modules of the robot. "[i]Holy shit![/i]" he cries, "Robot, we just found the fuçking way!" He then looks around wildly for the large structure north of Erot. "Get to the structure, robot!" he shouts.
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[b][i]Jakob follows.[/i][/b] "Yes, I'm FN."
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((Continue on my reply to Veration's transmission post))
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The settlement, Erot, is not the largest; but certainly [i]something.[/i] The place is built out of rusted steel and makeshift plywood, with many exotic races of aliens milling about. Many vendors scream hoarsely to buy their products, an assortment of trinkets and useless do-dads.
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[i]He spots a strange figure, seemingly female under the set of armour, a black M4A1 carbine rifle draped across her back, and she walks out of town, in your general direction but not towards you exactly[/i]
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He looks onward at her, the wind whipping at his cloak and making it billow, and he grips a hand on the hilt of his Scapula. With the other hand, he pulls down the front of his scarf to release his mouth. "[b]Hey![/b]" he shouts to her, "[b]Hey![/b]"
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[i]She simply looks at him, approaching[/i] "What?" [i]she says, with a British accent[/i]
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"You a November operative?" he asks, squinting through his goggles.
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"NWH, why?" [i]she asks, having forgot Fireteam November was a thing[/i] [spoiler]current soldier count; 7 billion NWH soldiers. Yeah...[/spoiler]
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He doesn't know what the hell NWH is, but he disregards it. "Well... have you seen any November operatives in this town?" he says. [spoiler]Damn.[/spoiler]
