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[i] The man glances up, looking him up and down before shutting the book and putting it in his back pocket.[/i] "Ronin." [i] He says, shaking his hand, his voice coming out a metallic sound.[/i] "And I would, but I don't know the ship. I'm not a part of the FN."
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"Oh. My bad, but if your not with the FN, then who're you working for if I may ask?"
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"I don't work for anyone."
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"I see. Where've you come from?"
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[i] He chuckles, the sound slightly unnerving through the mask.[/i] "A lot of places."
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"Hmm." [b]He says looking at him curiously.[/b] "Glad to meet you."
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"Yeah..sure." [i] He turns his back to him and starts to walk away. Strange..three swords...doesn't make a lot of sense.[/i]
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[b]He admires them, but focuses more on his swords, and any extra limbs.[/b]
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[i]Nope, no extra limbs. He seems human for the most part, as he pads off to the door on the opposite side of the hangar.[/i]
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[b]He leans against the wall, confused.[/b]
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[i]Ronin reaches the door, opening it and stepping through, closing it behind him.[/i] (End)
