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Modificato da JayTea:
9/26/2015 1:24:58 AM
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Anders: we'll hold an off, boss
Me: good, find some cover
*i pull my revolvers, knock out the general, and lift him over my shoulder
Grey cloak, what's your name?
Girl: pvt. Jennifer cooper
Me: can you use an lmg?
Jen: yes
Me: then we need to go!
I proceed to keep firing, seeing as it is now a fight for my life
English
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Several cultists enter the room from different directions in trench coats. "Drop the general or we all die." They drop the trench coats and reveal small nuclear devices
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I drop him, but have a revolver aimed at him Me: anders, cooper, get out Let them leave, or I shoot And i will know if you kill them I pull up my sleeve showing a first person video recording of what they are seeing
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*the cultists step aside and let your hunters through*
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So, before my inevitable death here, would you mind answering some questions?
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And what are they?
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What is your cult?
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Haha typical JT, always willing to rush to conclusions, half cocked and all. The cult, it isn't mine. I was simply hired by them.
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To do what?
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To give them Intel on you and your bastard friend Mandalore.
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Hold on Anders, get everyone off the planet. Hey, general asshat, what planet is this?
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My men and I call it, New Hiroshima. Ironically that was before we found out how many nukes the cultists have. Now I'm sorry old friend but your time is u- *a hole is made in the ceiling and Zeta team rappels inside and opens fire killing the cultists and hunters*
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I knock the general out, jump through the hole, and get in my ship. *over comms* thanks buck. I owe you
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Yeah well, a lot of us died to get here and rescue you, shoulda just stuck to the damn plan.
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We got the base, and I did stick to the plan. I left you to it, and I did what I was trained for 11 years to do. Thank you. I am grateful. *i radio in to mandalore* mandalore, we got the base. What's next?
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*gunfire and explosions are heard* Execute all of them. Gather Intel,Burn the base to the ground. Kill any conspirators.
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Ha! They have a nuclear stash on this shithole. I say we blow it to hell, and assist you in the main battle. Good?
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JT, do as I say. The main base is about to fall
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Yes sir. I start looking for shit, and find some documents labeled "mandalore Intel, JT Intel, Intel on anyone we've ever known" The hell is this? *i radio in* mandalore, we have a problem.
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Kinda busy right now JT, they figured out what's happening. All the fleets are converging here.
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Nonono. This is important. They have archives on all of our past moves, predictions on what we'll do next, information on all of our soldiers, they even mention the sol collective as allies. We're fighting a group who has had a hand in all of our battles ever. What's our next move?
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Kill em all. *the transmission ends*
