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Eric woke up by hitting his head on the metal bar protruding from the wall only a few inches from his head, displaced there by the explosion. After a grunt and a few invectives, he slowly drags himself from the corner that he was slumped in, and takes a look around him. The Avalon, or rather, the section that remains of it, had been torn to shreds when it crash landed, and Eric looks through the torn opening that was once a wall, overlooking the ground twenty meters below.
Eric runs his hands up and down his body to check himself: no significant injuries, but a few bruises. His trusty P226 was still strapped to his ankle, and he half-cocked it as he steps out into the open.
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[spoiler]For the record, this is Ginger's alt account. [/spoiler]
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He waits for a moment, before lowering the gun, "Eh, that'll have to do for now. Do you have a base, or somewhere to rendezvous?"
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"I think there's a camp somewhere around here somewhere, I haven't been there though."
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Modificato da Spyglass: 1/10/2016 12:40:03 AM"Worth a shot; someone might recognize us. Someone said that there was an outpost north of here. Perhaps we should check that out." Eric starts to walk north, marching through the sand.
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"Alright." [i]He uses the rockets on his arms to launch himself ahead of him[/i]
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[i]He spots JT; the cowboy from the bar, walking around the perimeter, 2 pitch black revolvers in his hands[/i]
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Looking around, he grabs onto a long cable, and attaches it to a thick metal beam. He wraps it around his wrist, and slowly rappels down the ship until he drops down to JT. "Hey, who are you?"
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"Names JT, you would be?" [i]he asks, spinning his right revolver near his head, and pointing his left one at him from his waist[/i]
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Eric likewise keeps his P226 raised at JT, but seems to do so warily instead of dangerously, "Eric, Eric Stratos. Wha- what happened? Why am I here?"
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"You're on some desert planet, after the Avalon crashed"
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Eric shakes his head, and lowers the pistol. Some blood had hardened on his forehead, and there's a few cuts there as well. "Avalon?... What the hell..."
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"Why the hell was I on a ship that big? I'm a pilot, but I couldn't fly that thing."
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"No idea man. You FN?"
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"What the hell is FN?" Suddenly, it makes sense. His confusion, the wounds on his head. He probably lost his memory.
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"Mhm, you lost your memory"
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He looks around, "Well, no shit Sherlock."
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"Hey man, I wouldn't be talking shit if I were you"
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"Why not? I didn't talk shit to the bar, yet it did me a number. Might as well get some satisfaction out of it."
