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[i]Geo finds a moderately-sized warehouse, with several sets of windows allowing light to pour inside. The door is open, and people can be seen entering and exiting.[/i]
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[spoiler]Must. Resist. Pointless. Climbing.[/spoiler] Geo heads through the door.
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[i]Cobalt sits inside the front entrance, at a desk covered in stacks of waivers, sheets, and forms. He looks up as you approach.[/i] “Ah, hey! Here for the Simulations?”
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“Yeah. Or do you need help with the paperwork?”
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“Paperwork’s fine. Just need you to fill it out.” [i]Cobalt slides over a waiver, and a preference sheet.[/i]
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Geo fills it out. “So, when this bright idea strike you?”
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[spoiler]Need to actually know what was on it, lmao. Who’s she fighting, where, when, what kind of battle… etc.[/spoiler] [i]Cobalt files it, and stands up.[/i] “When I had to repair a few dozen sim pods on the Marvin.”
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[spoiler]Surprise me, but let’s just go with guys with guns, alright?[/spoiler] “Who broke that many?”
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[spoiler]Nah, you’ve got to pick! No railroading for me![/spoiler] “Can’t exactly tell you.” [i]Cobalt leads her past a row of pods, and gestures to an empty one.[/i]
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[spoiler]Lets go snowy.[/spoiler] “Whoever they are, they’re going to be cleaning for months.” Geo steps in, and starts to set it up.
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[spoiler]Ok![/spoiler] “I already fixed them, we’re good. Anyway, gonna feel like regular sim. You’ll be fine.”
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“Take it away.”
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[i]She feels like her feet are pulled from under her, and she lands in a snowy tundra, surrounded by dozens of soldiers all readying weapons. As they get ready, several large walkers stride overhead.[/i]
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Geo immediately cloaks while leaving a Holo pulling behind, and attempts to break out of the circle.
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[spoiler]They’re on your side. You’ve been dropped into an active war zone, congratulations.[/spoiler] [i]The soldiers glance up, mildly confused, but then go back. An important looking soldier glances at the holo-Pilot, then goes to talk to it.[/i]
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Geo taps the soldier on the back. “Hi.”
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[i]He spins, obviously surprised.[/i] “Ah, so you’re the merc. Welcome to our little army.”
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“Well, where we headed, now that I’ve established you aren’t trying to kill me?”
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“You’re going to the frontlines. Same with these poor chaps.” [i]He gestures towards the direction the walkers were headed.[/i]
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“Mhm. Alright, I’ll be there.” Geo grapples onto one of the walkers to hitch a ride.
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[i]Sounds of battle get steadily louder, and the tundra changes to rough patches of snow around muddy ground. Several large artillery pieces also begin to crop up, firing loud blasts miles away.[/i]
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Geo shifts her rifle around, and keeps her head on a swivel.
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[i]She doesn’t hear much, until a lance of fire hits the walker she’s on, crippling it’s leg. It begins to careen down.[/i]
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She hops down, and cloaks.
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[i]Several soldiers charge past her, though some get torn up by machine gun fire. Several airplanes swoop overhead, releasing bombs targeting the walkers, which accelerate their strides to dodge them.[/i]
