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12/27/2015 8:15:27 AM
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[b]A 5ft tall version of Cthulhu wearing jeans and a grey t-shirt sits next to Derek, by the campfire[/b]
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[b][i]Jakob walks over to the camp, armour still on.[/i][/b]
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[b]He doesn't notice him[/b]
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[b][i]He sits right across from him, and nods at Derek, already knowing him.[/i][/b]
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[b]He waves[/b]
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"I'll assume that's Cthulhu? Damn your shorter than I expected."
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"I'm his son, Cthulhu the 56th"
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"Damn he's gotten lucky!"
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"He had one kid, he's number 55"
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"Oh. Well then I feel bad for him."
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"Nah, he's pretty happy with his wife"
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"Still sucks. So, when'd you show up?"
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"Yesterday"
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"Why? Joining up with FN?"
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"Well, welcome aboard. You just missed the CRAP."
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"Sounds like it'd be better for my health if i missed it"
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[b][i]He laughs.[/i][/b] "Not that type kid. Derek, you want to explain?"
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"I think I'll let you"
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"It's the Combat Readiness Assessment program. Makes sure we know what we're doing."
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"So, what's your specialty? Mechanics like JT? Stealth like me?"
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"Pilot"
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Modificato da Lordbakon: 12/27/2015 9:57:51 PM"Well we do need people to stop our ships from crashing."
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"That we do"
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"I sure as hell can't drive one." He says laughing
