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11/17/2015 11:47:21 PM
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[b]JT and anders are on the bridge, speaking with Viola[/b]
JT: "V, Murphy has experience, I trust him enough"
Anders: "don't you miss mandalore though?"
JT: "he was a captain and a friend, although my son is probably treating him like a king in hell at the moment"
((Open))
English
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*murphy walks onto the bridge* I know she's not the Alamo but this old rust bucket is serving her purpose, think it's about time we named her
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"Name her what you wish, the Alamo still holds a special place in my heart"
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I agree, but this ship ain't the Alamo.
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"And that's why I'm leaving."
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*murphy slams his fist on the table* Leaving? why!
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"I've died twice, fought three wars, commuted a genocide, and purged a race of robots for your army. I'm done"
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"Well when you put it that way it's hard to fight your decision."
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"As is my intention. I'm off to rule hell, and my son is taking my place. Call him JT, as I'm called JT because it's my initials, like his is." [b]A portal opens, and Jarhal jumps out, and JT walks through, slapping his son upside the head to drain his abilities, and he closes the portal [/b] JT: "uh, dad?! DAD?!"
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*murphy slaps the new Jt on the back of the head too* Welcome aboard the Goliath.
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"DAD, DON'T LEAVE ME WITH THESE... THESE DEGENERATES!" [b]He screams, throwing a tantrum [/b]
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*murphy looks at varn and both laugh as the Infamous JT's son throws a tantrum
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[b]He finally stops[/b] "-blam!-. This. Where can I get a gun, [i]sir[/i]?"
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No need to call me sir, I'm not that old. Call me Murphy. And there are some revolvers in your dads quarters, guess they're yours now
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"Alright. So, I guess I'm starting at private?" [spoiler]either make him work his way up like the old days, or let him command people. Your call[/spoiler]
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Damn right you're a private, your dad might be a great warrior but we don't know you, and if that tantrum is any indication of yourself. Well...you won't last long
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"Yes sir!" [b]he runs off[/b]
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Wait for it...wait for it... *a electric sound is heard as Jt picks up JT's booby trapped revolvers*
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[b]A loud scream is heard, and JT walks over, missing his right arm[/b]
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What...
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"That's one hell of a shock Murphy. I heard my dad lost a limb, eh? Any way to get a friggin prosthetic?"
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[b]He sees Varn working on something on a table, a blue glow emanates from his hands.[/b]
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Viola: "hey varn, what are you working on there?"
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"A little buddy. It's good to be back, isn't it? Even though I just sat in the hold making stuff. If you want some extra tech, go there."
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JT: "I'm a god with 2 revolvers that generate ammo, and never require reloads. Viola is an AI, and anders is my side bitch" Anders: "I'll grab some later. Thanks man"
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"No problem. There's a couple AIs down there too. Also, JT, have you even turned your AI on yet? I never sensed her activation."
