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publicado originalmente en:The New Dojo
12/12/2016 1:31:05 AM
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[b]Charlie:[/b] "Blockade? Could I help....divert this blockade with Charlotte's help?"
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Cannon looks at him, his face shocked. "You could divert 300 ships?" Shames looks mildly impressed.
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[i]Charlotte laughs.[/i] [b]Charlotte:[/b] "I could take on a thousand alone!" [i]Charlie shakes his head.[/i] [b]Charlie:[/b] "Yes, Charlotte could probably do it alone, but I need to be in orbit to make sure WM Corp. doesn't get involved."
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"That's a crew of roughly twelve million. You sure you're up for that?" Cannon asks. "Cannon, if they break the blockade, we could land enough troops to retake Keldabe and evacuate the mines. Let the do it." Shames tells him.
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[i]Charlotte nods with a grin and confidence. Charlie shrugs.[/i] [b]Charlie:[/b] "Not a problem between Charlotte and I, but you'll only have Chuck as agent support if WM Corp. shows up." [b]Arty:[/b] "Hey!" [b]Charlie:[/b] "Arty, you're no where close to an agent."
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Cannon nods. "My ship packs quite the firepower as well. Artemis, do you think you could co-pilot if I ran over the controls?"
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[b]Arty:[/b] "M-Me fly?" [i]Arty blushes lightly and plays with her tail.[/i] "A-Anything for you...." [i]Charlotte smirks and nudges Arty knowingly. Arty growled at her.[/i]
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Shames shoots a knowing look at her as well. Cannon seems totally oblivious. "Well, you'd mostly operate weaponry, but yeah. Buir, you have the fleet ready?" Shames nods. "Aye." "Good, contact Mand'alore and tell him to prepare for an attack." Cannon turns towards the others. "Ready to potentially start a war?"
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[i]Charlotte smiles a large *ss smile.[/i] [b]Charlotte:[/b] "Did someone say war?!" [b]Charlie:[/b] "I'm use to it." [b]Chuck:[/b] "We're gonna die." [i]Arty just dreamingly gazes at Cannon.[/i]
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Cannon smiles. "Well then..." he pulls on his helmet. "Let's blow some stuff up." Shames nods. "I'll be there with the fleet. ETA 5 minutes. Shysa will have his boys ready. K'oyacyi, ner adika." Cannon slams a fist to his chest and bows his head. "K'oyacyi, ner buir. I'll see you on the other side." The transmission cuts out.
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[i]Charlie grabs Charlotte's hand. Charlotte blushes.[/i] [b]Charlie:[/b] "Good luck." [i]Charlie and Charlotte diseappear.[/i]
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Cannon turns towards Arty and Chuck. "Either of you need extra weapons?"
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[i]Chuck shrugs and Arty keeps staring.[/i] [b]Chuck:[/b] "I'm fine."
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"How about you Artemis? Think your sword will be enough? We'll be up against a lot of Mandalorians."
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[i]Arty keeps staring until Chuck nudges her. Arty's face goes red and her eyes wide.[/i] [b]Arty:[/b] "Uhhhh....ummm....yes?"
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Cannon cocks his head. "So you do want another weapon. What type?"
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[b]Arty:[/b] "A shooting...one?" [i]She laughs nervously.[/i]
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Cannon nods. "Alright..." He opens a locker, which is loaded from top to bottom with varies firearms.
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[b]Arty:[/b] "Something light, but still effective please."
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Cannon nods. "I think I have the perfect thing..." He moves several large rifles bwfore pulling out a small, boxy pistol. "Sonic pistol. Modeled after a Geonosian weapon. Armor won't stop the blast. It has a fairly hard recoil though." He offers it to her.
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[i]Arty takes it with a smile.[/i] "Thank you, Cannon."
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He nods. "You're welcome. Now, let's go rescue our friend." He turns towards Chuck. "May want to strap down. If we start taking triple A fire I'm going to have to pull evasive maneuvers."
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[i]Chuck straps in and nods.[/i] [b]Arty:[/b] "What shoukd I do?"
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"I'll need a gunner. Follow me to the cockpit, I'll show you the controls." He leads the way up the lift to the small cockpit, which consists of two chairs beside each other and a lot of buttons.
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[i]Arty sits in the right chair. She looks around in amazement.[/i] "That's a lot of buttons...."
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"Don't worry, you'll only be using the weapins controls. Most of these control atmosphere and sensors." He leans past her to point out the firing cobtrols, his helmet inches from her face.
