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6/8/2016 10:59:54 AM
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"Worker. Sorta. Ian Shaw." [i] He puts a hand out to shake, grease stains marking his hand and arm. Showing he was an avid mechanic.[/i]
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[i]"Uhhh. Right."[/i] [b]The man shakes the hand, his glove lined with silicon and ceramic.[/b] [i]"I'm Glitch. Fourth command of Omicron Team. Frontier Buccaneers Company. Ubonae Elite Guard and disavowed private military group of Lordan Labs... Long ass name. Just call me Glitch."[/i]
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"That's a tad obvious." [i] Ian says, pointing to the stuttering image of the skull.[/i] "And Lordan? As in Damien?"
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[i]"Uhhh... Yeah..."[/i] [b]Glitch takes a step back, clearly spooked.[/b] [i]"We were under Charlotte Lordan... But Damien was head of the lab."[/i]
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"Hm." [i] Ian says, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets.[/i] "What happened to them?" [i] He says. He already knew, but he was curious about what they knew.[/i]
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[b]Glitch, turns away, something clearly the matter.[/b] [i]"I don't know..."[/i] [b]He says insincerely. He paces back, his companion walking over and turning to Ian.[/b] [i]"What the hell just happened...? Did he give you a hard time?"[/i]
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"No. I just spooked him is all. Maybe you have a stronger stomach. What happened to the Lordans?"
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[b]The man quickly pulls a 9 mm. sidearm pointing it at Ian's head.[/b] [i]"How do you know them?! They are dead?! And you weren't there! How the hell do you know?!"[/i]
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"So we've got the one with the weak stomach, and the hothead. Alright." [i] He says, staring him straight down, his golden eyes with emerald flecks oddly startling.[/i] "Charlotte's dead. Damien's alive."
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[b]The man keeps his gun poised, near motionless.[/b] [i]"How do you know that...? That information has more black lines covering it than the old earth CIA reports."[/i]
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"Maybe the fact that me and him are sorta kinda friends and co-workers. Also saved my life. Twice." [i] He says, inspecting his fingernails nonchalantly.[/i]
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[b]The man quickly reholsters his gun and taps on his comms.[/b] [i]"Boys, get out here... Someone here knows about an old friend."[/i] [b]A minute later and three men slowly pad from the ramp... Glitch not with them. One is a monster, easily eight feet tall with cracked helmet and red smile, another wears assault armor and has bagged pants, the final carries a sniper, has a helmet sight that causes his skull to look like it has an eyepatch.[/b] [i]"Go on, tell us more."[/i] [b]The man motions to him, as the group gathers around Ian, eager to know more.[/b]
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"Damien Lordan. Smuggler, alcoholic, and a good friend." [i] Ian says with a shrug.[/i] "There, you get a snippet. Now tell me something about you and the Brady bunch."
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Modificato da Chesh I Guess: 6/9/2016 2:25:32 AM[b]The man in assault armor steps forward, his helmet the most plain.[/b] [i]"I'm Sabre and leader of Omicron Team. We are labeled dead, KIA. We were an elite team created by Charlotte Lordan to protect and secure Ubonae... But... There was an attack."[/i] [b]The man quiets at the last phrase. They seemed to be witnesses. He quickly shakes his head and motions to the man with a white X on helmet.[/b] [i]"This is Rook, my CQC and recon lead. Second in command."[/i] [b]He motions to the red smile giant and the eyepatch sniper.[/b] [i]"Those two are Joker and Silence. Joker is heavy weapons and Silence is long range tactician... I guess you are the one that met Glitch. He was very close to Charlie... She was like a mother... There were ten of us... But the other half turned on us and joined a man named Creed. They are Epsilon unit... Your turn. You say Damien is here?"[/i]
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"Rain-Maker has five more of you? Jesus fúck." [i] He says, his face in his hands, looking up.[/i] "Yeah. I think so. Haven't seen him in a couple weeks though."
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[b]Joker and Silence break into laughter, Silence's voice much more machine than the others. Rook shakes his head and sighs and Sabre throws his subordinates a hostile glare.[/b] [i]"They might be dead, there's no worry. We killed Thresher and Nomad for certain."[/i] [b]Rook speaks up, his voice analytical and judgmental.[/b] [i]"It's never certain. We seem to die all the time."[/i] [b]This time Silence speaks up, his voice barely a whisper, laced with venom and sadism.[/b] [i]"Damien was Codename Judge. He didn't do much with us, but Charlie did... If Damien survived for certain, maybe Charlie isn't gone."[/i] [b]Sabre sounded much to hopeful... Damien's wife certainly seemed to have affected this group greatly.[/b]
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"Imogen seemed to think otherwise." [i] Ian says, his eyes downcast. He hated being the bearer of bad news.[/i]
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[b]The big man speaks up, his red grin shrinking slightly... It was clearly paint... But somehow it moved...[/b] [i]"Imogen... I lost my lungs to that asshole... He stole Silence's vocal chords too. Put it all in a chassis with some black goo and made it his body... What a bitch, eh?"[/i] [b]Silence and Rook nod in unison.[/b] [i]"If I see him again... I'll burn him like tho-"[/i] [i]"That's enough, Joker. He doesn't need to hear all this. But, if we have learned anything... It's that we haven't shredded our contracts and it's still our duty to protect Damien. Understood?"[/i] [i]"And if I'd rather see him dead...?"[/i] [b]Silence asks, his voice oddly machine like... Obviously not his own. It's chilling whisper was obviously just some machine speaking.[/b] [i]"Then you are decommissioned."[/i]
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"You don't seem to be like the one giving him orders though." [i] Ian says, looking back and forth between Saber and Silence. Being a part of a military race had taught him what leadership looked like. And Silence, although quiet, was definitely the big shot. [/i]
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[b]Sabre clenches a fist, his skull shaking slightly on his helmet.[/b] [i]"I am team leader! I won't have some child questioning my authority."[/i] [b]Silence shrugs, holding up an arm and fiddling with something on a tac pad. Joker looks back and forth at his two superiors and Rook simply shakes his head.[/b]
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[i] Ian smirks. He was 19, but he looked young. Eh, he was used to it.[/i] "Whatever dude."
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[b]Joker's helmet suddenly bursts to life with the sound of children laughing and screaming. It catches the attention of his teammates who simply seem to tense with annoyance...[/b] [i]"What? You didn't think that was funny...?"[/i]
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[i] Ian rolls his eyes.[/i] "Well if you'll excuse me, I've got a ship to work on."
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[b]Joker's helmet stops it's commotion and he makes leave with two others, Silence continuing to stand alone in his quiet freetime.[/b]
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"I'm not wrong am I?" [i] Ian says, looking at Silence.[/i] "I'm guessing your vote checks there's, yet you let your boy run the show. But why?"
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[i]"I think you need your ears checked. Sabre is lead."[/i] [b]Silence wasn't going to crack, and he owed a stranger no such explanation. Besides... He liked being a mystery.[/b]
