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Editado por Cosmic:
5/19/2016 2:41:03 AM
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[b]he feels someone nudging Him, and yet, cannot see him due to the aforementioned near unconciousness[/b]
"Psst. Hey, hey! Stay with me dude, where the hell did you come from?"
[b]the person begins to extract him from the ship, eventually dragging him into a nearby shelter. Only then can Silver see the bright, glowing orange eyes of a wisp glaring back at him. He begins to check Silver for wounds.[/b]
"Dude, what happened? Who are you?"
[spoiler]God damn it, did I miss the escape again?![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]We all did...again.[/spoiler] *he finds he has a massive bullet wound in his gut, and several minor wounds across his body. As he starts to wake up, he starts to look at the wisp, barely able to make out what it looks like "Wheatley? Is that you?"-Silver(weakly)
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Editado por Cosmic: 5/19/2016 2:53:38 AM[b]the wisp tilts his head like a cat would, confused as to what he's talking about.[/b] "Wheatley? Wheatley has been dead for awhile now, friend. Would you mind telling me your name? Your bleeding pretty bad from a pretty big wound and I don't want you passing out on me, so keep talking." [b]the wisp speaks into his old, beaten headset and mic for a few moments and removes his scarf, using it to bandage the wound [/b] [spoiler]for -blam!-s sake...[/spoiler]
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*he looks with surprise at the wisp "He is dead? How...how long ago did this happen? How did it happen?"-Silver(weakly) *he attempts to get up, but just falls back down
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Editado por Cosmic: 5/19/2016 3:04:31 AM[b]he kinda sighs and looks off for a moment[/b] "A few months now, he was murdered by some guy. Stay down, your only gonna hurt yourself further if you keep doing this... And I'm sorry, I don't have any anesthetics..." [b]be pulls out a roll of duct tape and tapes his arms and legs to the ground and injects silver with a syringe, using a vein in the back of his neck. The wound starts to heal, becoming a massive scar, and causing excruciating pain in his back and neck. Only by the windows and open door can silver see his ship had crashed onto a desert planet[/b] "Sorry..."
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*he quickly gets over the pain, and as the wound heals, starts to slowly get up and turn to the wisp "Thank you, Mr...."-Silver
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Editado por Cosmic: 5/19/2016 3:10:32 AM"My name is Mercer..." [b]he giggles slightly from behind his mask, eerily similar to Wheatley's. If Silver looks close enough, he notices small blood stains and small bits of flesh still attached to it[/b] "Your ship crashed on our home planet, Demio. Me and my Caravan noticed your ship falling through the sky and thought maybe you'd need some help."
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"A descendant of Wheatley? I didn't know he was the fatherly type."-Silver *as he starts to look around, he slowly starts to turn back to Mercer "Do you have anything I could use to contact the Alliance?"-Silver
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Editado por Cosmic: 5/19/2016 3:13:28 AM"I'm not actually related to him, I was born to a prostitue that sold me for money....What alliance? You mean the syndicate?" [b]he seems unaware of what Silver was talking about, and his eyes kinda widen as he mentions the syndicate [/b]
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"The people I work for. I'm kind of surprised they didn't send a search party down here to find me already. Last I heard, they had a fleet in orbit above this planet."-Silver [spoiler]This is the same planet that got glassed, right?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]yep.Twice, actually.[/spoiler] "Here ya go man." [b]he hands Silver a 1970's style radio and a headset, as well as a microphone.[/b] "Sorry if it isn't up to your standards, but it's all we have after the massacre in Mandalore."
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*as he grabs the radio, he immediately pauses, surprised by what he heard "Massacre? On New Terra?!"-Silver
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Editado por Cosmic: 5/19/2016 3:42:37 AM"Have you not heard? Someone blew up massive chunks of cities on Terra, including Mandalore. A lot of people where killed... Including Wheatley and probably some other parts of your alliance
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*he sits back down, extremely surprised "I can't believe this happened. I shouldn't have gone to Halcyon. Maybe then this wouldn't have happened."-Silver(quietly to himself)
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[b]Silver sits back down, only to feel something writhe around under him and swat him off, growling with this intensity never before heard by Silver. He had sat on a massive black lion, goat like horns curling around its head. It snarls at silver, only to soon be silenced by A small whistle from Mercer. The beast walks over to him and sits upright, easily being as tall as silver while sitting upright like that.[/b] "No one could have stopped it... Nothing could have. The man you call God has forsaken us and we are truly out for ourselves. The city is plagued with non-stop battle and disarray. The "silverpulses" of some kind are there, and I think one is trying to get this planet glassed again. But that's not a big deal, I guess."
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*he stands up and dusts himself off "Probably Quickblast. For someone who loves killing, he sure hates the wisps. However, I doubt he would want any planet glassed. Only Dark Storm is capable of having such a black heart."-Silver
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"I shouldn't be clouding your mind right now, you just woke up from being out of conciousness for got knows how long. Here, I'm assuming you want to get home.
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"Yes. Or, at least to my friends on New Terra."-Silver
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Editado por Cosmic: 5/19/2016 12:44:31 PM[b]he takes silver outside, where many wisps, Lion beasts, transports of different kinds, medics, soliders, mechanics, comms artists... And Hunters wander the area, gathering weapons armor. The empty expanses where filled with gearing troops and incoming transports of many different origins, from NTR to SHG most of which where covered in graffitti. Mercer takes notice of a kid with a prosthetic arm, creating said graffitti. [/b] "YO FELIX!" "[i]whats up, dude!"[/i] "This guy needs to get back to Terra!" [b]the kid stops and takes a step back, staring at silver in disbelief.[/b] "[i]you need to get back to Terra?"[/i]
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"Correct. I need to meet up with my friends there and put whoever was responsible for the attack behind bars."-Silver
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"Suicide. The air is so full of flak I doubt you'd even make it halfway to the ground hell, me and Mercer barely made it back." [b]Felix subtly motions to his non-organic arm.[/b]
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"I don't care. If my friends are there, I need to go there. You are welcome to stay here if you are too cowardly. I'll just call my fighter to pick me up and I'll leave."-Silver
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Editado por Cosmic: 5/19/2016 1:10:24 PM[b]the kid sighs, and starts whispering to him, speaking incredibly quickly.[/b] "It's not cowardice, you dipshit, it's the simple fact that these insurgents have weapons unseen by the majority of the Union, you get hit with one of those mother-blam!-ers and your hitting the ground in 200 pounds of shredded you. Those flak cannons ain't gonna give you any mercy, and unless you want to orbitally bomb the around three billion innocent survivors trying to make room for one guy, your not getting down there alive, simple as that. Besides, if you where missing so long, I'm assuming your "friends" are looking for you. I can get you back home, but there's no -blam!-in way where getting into that hellhole."
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*he walks up to them, looking them right in the eyes "They have searched long enough and have protected me for long enough. It's time I go help them."-Silver
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Editado por Cosmic: 5/19/2016 1:28:40 PM[b]the kid stares him directly in the eye, Unafraid. One eye is blue, the other white, likely unusable due to a massive scar moving through it.[/b] "Mandalore city has been taken by the Castle, your "friends" are likely in a some kind of flotilla above the planet. Mercer, get some guys to come with us, I'm not gonna fly into unknown territory without more firepower." [b]Mercer jogs off for a Moment, returning with around four troops. Each one Dons a [i]Trident[/i] class emitter, capable of optical cloaking, energy shielding, and short range teleportation.[/b] "[i]Ready?[/i]"
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Editado por SilverPulse620: 5/19/2016 1:34:57 PM"Yeah,..."-Silver *the melnoch of his suit starts to materialize his suit around him, forming completely around him and puts his lightsabers on his belt, his energy rifle on his back, and his energy sword in his hand "...I'm ready."-Silver
