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12/4/2015 6:15:49 AM
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[i]"Didn't feel like it, the thing had a good vibe to it"[/i]
[b]The ship lifts off the ground, turning around as it flares to full speed, towards the Anvil[/b]
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'I was talking about the Hulk. I'd figured you'd have kept this for yourself either way.'
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[i]"It was in tatters, damaged to much to even be salvaged Blown into bits by some explosion"[/i]
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'Shame. Somebody'd have found a use for the scrap.' Sig sits on a crate. 'So, what exactly are you hoping to accomplish with refitting the Anvils Guard?'
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[i]"Turning it into a Carrier, fit it with broadsides of macrocannons, torpedoes, a Void shield, and lances"[/i]
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'You realize how long that'll take right? You'll be laid up on shore leave for weeks.'
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[i]"It'll take the I perium a month or two at least to get to the Hourglass, we've got time"[/i]
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'Hopefully. Things do change though.'
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[b]She nods, as she sends a message for the frigate to dock, and turns the Milano around, heading back towards Jotun[/b]
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'So, I'm guessing you heard about the funeral right? Gorm told me that it seemed to bother you a bit when they disappeared on you.'
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[i]"Aye, I did"[/i]
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'Problem is, we only found nine of the ten people in the squad you were with, we're missing one. Sergeant Jarle never reported in, and we couldn't find any trace of him, we're assuming he's alive for now, but you know what things were like on that Hulk.' Sig sighs. 'We're redistributing their war-gear, and we thought you deserved first pick.'
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[i]"Well, I wouldn't take anything, but sure"[/i]
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'Well, if you decide you want anything, speak up. We figure they wanted you to live, given that you and Gorm both saw apparitions of them before you found your way out. As such, we decided that you two get first pick of their war-gear, its what they'd have wanted.'
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[b]She nods, docking the ship in the Hangar once more[/b]
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Sig stands up, and walks towards the ships exit. 'You ever decide if you want to apply for the Terminator Company? I remember you said something about it, years ago.'
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[i]"I would now, but I am the captain of a ship"[/i]
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'And? I'm the Hunt-Master, and I'm using Terminator Armour.'
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[b]She shrugs[/b] [i]"I like my armor"[/i]
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'You and the Light Troopers, all dreadfully boring, rather sit back with rifles instead of getting up close to fight.' He laughs a little, and gives a small sigh. 'Someone's gotta do it i guess, and I'm sure your father appreciates that you choose to fight in a relatively safe manner, even if you're a reckless child most of the time.'
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[i]"Hey, can't help it"[/i]
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'You could, but why do that when you can be yourself? Anyways, are there any other things you need for the refit?'
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[i]"If anything else comes to mind, I'll let you know, but I need this done as fast as possible"[/i]
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'That's the idea, at least you've learned something from us.'
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[b]She smirks[/b] [i]"Well, it seems some of your brotherly love is working"[/i]
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'Eh, it works occasionally, more often than you make a good decision though.'
