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12/3/2015 6:39:12 AM
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'You in here? I know you haven't eaten actual food in a while, and you know how Gorm gets when you don't eat proper meals when you have the chance.'
He walks in, and looks for somewhere to sit the trays down.
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[b]She comes down from the upper level, moving some stuff off to the side as she sets one of the guns down[/b] [i]"Found these when I was clearing out the ship"[/i]
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'What exactly are they? They look like some kind of energy weapon.' He moves a crate over with his feet, sets her tray down on top of it, and finds himself a seat.
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[b]She picks it up, turning the weapon on as she hands it to him[/b] [i]"Don't know, just know its some kind of gun"[/i]
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'Don't hand it to me, finders keepers. If it's gonna blowup on someone, its gotta be you.' He grabs a fork, and starts eating. 'Any idea why it was aboard?'
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[i]"Don't know, could've belonged to the ships last owner"[/i] [b]She sets it down, the low resonating hum it gives off is barely audible, as she eats as well[/b]
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'Reckon so? It doesn't seem to match the ships age, to me at least. It could be older than the ship itself, or the other way 'round.'
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[spoiler]heh The references going on right now[/spoiler] [i]"Might be the guns are older than the ship"[/i]
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'Its always possible, I've had that kind of thing happen to me before.' He stops and chews in thought for a moment, and speaks again. 'Could always be that the weapon was made by a different species than who made the ship.'
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[i]"Could be, since they don't resemble human tech, the ship doesn't either, atleast in mechanics"[/i]
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'Could be they are human tech, but they're just highly customized to the point they appear different from the originating tech.'
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[b]She shrugs[/b] [i]"Could be"[/i]
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'We'll never know, too much history between us, and those weapons.' He finishes his food, and starts fiddling with a console. 'You could always try bringing up info from the ships computer, if there's anything there.'
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[spoiler]ready? Time for more references •3•[/spoiler] [b]She finishes as well, as the computer winks to life, viewing information on some group known as the Guardians of the Galaxy[/b]
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[spoiler]You and your references![/spoiler] Baldr looks over, and ponders it for a moment. 'You reckon they were good guys? Seems like the kind of group that would have a movie made about them.'
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[spoiler]kek[/spoiler] [i]"Possibly, whoever they where, they where from centuries lost tonour records"[/i]
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'Doesn't surprise me, we don't know about much from before Millennia 25.'
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[i]"Yeah, since that was before the massive technological discoveries, records where there, just not as well preserved"[/i]
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'Yeah, then you have all those warp storms that happened, and fūcked everything up for everyone. Thats probably why we have as little knowledge of the past as we do.'
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[b]She nods[/b] [i]"Could be"[/i] [b]She stands, heading for the cockpit[/b]
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'Alright, well, you have fun with your old junker, I'll be on the bridge if you need anything.' He grabs his tray, and walks back towards the mess hall.
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[b]She chuckles, as the loud roar of its Corvette like engine is heard, and she leaves the hangar[/b]
