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1/8/2016 11:27:13 PM
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"What the he'll happened? I was settling a score with an old enemy, I came back to the Avalon, went to sleep, and woke up to the rubble from the crash"
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"Nobody knows, it's anyone's guess at this point. I'm guessing an EMP from the IF. Anyways, we're almost there"
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Modificato da Dougie: 1/8/2016 11:33:13 PM"Good... Hey, I got a question. I know a guy named Jakob... Is he in your PMC?"
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[i]He walks over a sand dune, revealing a crater with a tarp, leaving 10 feet to move around, the dunes steep enough to slide on, which he does [/i]
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*she does too*
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[i]She is met with a man in some odd armour holding a black M4A1 LC, aiming at her, but JT pushes it down, and a man in different armour looks at her, along with a red headed, blue eyed, pale skinned woman, them looking with suspicion [/i]
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"Ummm.... JT?"
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"Guys, this is Athena. Saved my ass from some big ass worm thing back on the Avalon" [i]he says, and they all return to their conversations, JT pulling Diamond and loading it[/i]
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"Thanks... Hey, I know a guy named Jakob... Is he nearby?"
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"You know him too? He was here a while ago, bailed though"
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"No idea"
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Modificato da Dougie: 1/8/2016 11:59:31 PM"He get pissed off, or did he just leave outa the blue?"
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"Out of the blue. Y'all together?" [i]he curiously aske, putting Diamond in its holster and loading Sapphire[/i]
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"No... I'm with Annabelle, Frost's synth. Don't ask me how or why, it just happened."
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"You know alpha?!" [i]he asks, laughing his ass off[/i]
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"Alpha? Is that the name of the AI?"
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"Yeah, yeah it is. Funny thing is; an alternate dimension me is best friends with the creator of her"
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"Ok... I'm not even gonna ask"
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"Probably best, let's just say it involves a metric fūckton of Magic" [i]he says with a chuckle, before walking over to a long, metal table in the corner with rows of black M4A1 LC's, or GLWLC-01's, tinkering with one[/i]
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"Space magic, eh?"
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"Shitloads of it"
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"ok then...."
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"Need a weapon?"
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"Yeah... My guns got destroyed, but at least I still have my katanas"
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"Aight" [i]he says, tossing you a black M4A1. [/i]"I call it the GLW-LC-01, it's a laser M4. Son of a bitch takes quite some time to heat up, as in 10 years"
