Dragoon-647 appears from an unknown abyss. His blade, Crimson, flowed faintly in the night.
“Yes?” He says.
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Blaze turns around, holding a soup can, with an upset look on his face. “Hi.”
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Edited by Dragoon647: 11/6/2020 1:05:02 AMHe takes a seat on the ground. “Something wrong?” He asks.
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He nods and points into the forest. “That.”
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He looks in the direction Blaze specifies.
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You see a campfire, and can barely make out a ship next to it. On the side is a painted on symbol of a tablet under an orb.
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Crimson glows fiercely for a moment, then subsides. “Hmm.... Troubling. Whom is aboard the ship?”
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“I-I don’t know....but that symbol os from my home. Where I got these.” Blaze shows his wrists, scarred in the shape of chains.
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“Odd markings for one usually so cheerful.”
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He nods. “Yeah....I’ll talk you about it later.”
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“Well, no use for me standing here.” He walks over to the ship.
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Man sitting around the campfire stand up and raise glowing rifles up to you. “What do you want, civi?”
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“Nothing much. Nearly nothing at all. Just information. I was taking a stroll and have never seen you before. Militia I presume?” The robotic humanoid speaks.
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“Yes.”
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“Never seen your type of militia. If it’s alright with you, may I ask where you from?”
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“Not here....a while away.” They say.
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“I’ll take it your not here for a stroll. Why be out here?”
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“We’re making camp for the night.”
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“Ah, well then. Do you need anything?”
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“No, civi. Please go away.”
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Dragoon opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it. He pulled out his blade.
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They raise their guns to your chest. “Lower your weapon.”
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Edited by Dragoon647: 11/6/2020 2:13:26 PM“You first.” His pose was relaxed, no aggression showed in it. Crimson pulsed a deep shade of red, wanting to meet this strange militia. “I mean no harm, but he can’t explore without worry if you keep your weapons trained on him. Instinct is to attack. I know you’re trained to expect any threat, but trust me on this.“
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They lower their guns. “....okay....”
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Edited by Dragoon647: 11/6/2020 2:25:00 PM“Thank you. It’s not always that militias battalions are reasonable.” He sets Crimson on the ground. “Now, to let you know so you won’t react. The blade will transform into a creature resembling that of a dog, but he’s friendly, though he’s known to get a bit excited after seeing new people. Crimson morphs into his quadrupedal form, sniffing the ground and then meeting the gaze of the militia. He growls softly, but then sees their weapons lowered. He shifts his stance from wary, to playful. He sits down, wagging his tail happily at the new people.
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The youngest soldier kneels down. “Hey buddy!”