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1/9/2016 4:32:34 PM
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[b][u]Ashuna: The Westward March[/u][/b]
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[i]On the arid horizon of an Ashuna dune wavering with heat, the figure of a man trudges through a dense gust of airborne sand.
He is a white man just over 6 feet tall, hair black and tussled, and is clad in a large tarp cloak over a red and white leather jacket plated in vibrosteel, black skinny jeans, and knee-high black leather boots. He is wrapped in various utility belts which holster his Smith and Wesson Model 629 and his vibrosteel saber at his hip.
Goggles are clamped over his eyes, and his lower face is covered by a tarp scarf which matches his cloak in its gray color. Through the visors of these goggles, the man's piercing blue eyes look onward at his destination.
The westward settlement, where the other operatives of November have gone after the crash of the Avalon.
"[b]About fuçkin' time.[/b]" he says, and continues marching towards the settlement.[/i]
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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((They moved to the large structure north of Erot described in Paladin Aaron's transmission))
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Modificato da ChaiseShadows: 1/10/2016 10:49:00 AMRedacted
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[b][i]Jakob is seen, dragging parts of the wreckage away[/i][/b]
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You see a man in a tarp cloak, goggles, red and white leather jacket plated with vibrosteel, black skinny jeans, knee-high leather boots, and various utility belts holstering a Smith and Wesson Model 629 and a vibrosteel saber speaking angrily to a 10-foot tall automaton armed with a large plasma rifle at the top of a distant dune.
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[b][i]He goes invisible, and moves closer to listen to the conversation l[/i][/b]
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((Read me and Wehby's conversation))
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[b]Extremely loud thuds accompanied with small shockwaves sound behind him [/b]
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He jumps in fright, and turns quickly in a flurry of sand at his feet to see what the hell made those noises.
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[b]What he sees is a robot which stands at 10+ feet[/b]
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"[b]The fuçk is that?![/b]" he exclaims harshly in astonishment. He unholsters his Smith and Wesson and grips it firmly in his hand, ready to shoot.
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[b]It readies a high powered plasma rifle[/b] "This is a highly classified military project"
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((Who's talking?))
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[spoiler]the robot[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Okay[/spoiler] "Well... okay... Then whaddaya want me to do then?"
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"I don't know"
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He looks dully onward at the machine. "Well... Have you seen any Fireteam November operatives anywhere? Do you know what Fireteam November is?"
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"Yes to both"
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His eyes brighten under his goggles. "Really? Where?"
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"Four of them are chilling in a pocket dimension"
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He continues to stare on blankly. "Okay... Are there any in this dimension?"
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"Undoubtedly"
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"[b]Fuçk![/b]" he shouts, stamping his boot into the ground. "Is there a way I can get to the pocket dimension?"
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"You'd have to step through a portal"
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"[i]What portal?![/i]" he asks harshly, obviously annoyed and frustrated.
