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*he sees him walk towards one of the tables, waiting for his contact. He starts to notice the Marshal and starts to observe him, curious as to why he would be here
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[i]The corpses littered about the campsite where the mercenaries had died was definitely large clue as to why Marshal was here. [/i]
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*he looks around the area and grabs the hilt of his darksaber more tightly, anticipating trouble
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[i]The Marshal walks past the strange figure, seemingly heading further into the forest. He had a swarm of nanites that lifted him into the air by his feet, as if he was flying on his own. It appeared as a pair of boots, connected to a cloud of the black swarm. [/i]
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*he gets up and cloaks, following the Marshal, hoping that wherever he went led to someone with a bounty on their head
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[i][b]Where he went, was the outskirts of a camp. A rather large logging site actually, which was the camp of another mercenary group that Marshal wanted dead. He stood at the outskirts, and a glint activated in his eyes as the nanites formed a sniper rifle, scope and all. He took careful aim, and watched them. Tag Sight was active. [/b][/i] [spoiler]Tag Sight - Aimbot in a very literal sense. [/spoiler]
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*he draws his darksaber, still cloaked, and then sneaks in, quietly killing one of the guards and then takes his commlink and disintegrates the body
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[i]The Marshal took note of the figure that was seemingly aiding him, so he withstood from firing on him. So, he fired on the enemy next to him, and a set of nanites flew through the guns barrel and into the man's head with ease, before they flew back. [/i]
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*Phoenix barely focuses on the Marshal and moves in towards the higher ranking members, quietly killing each of them and taking evidence of their elimination to collect a possible bounty
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[i]The last man was standing in the logging camp, but was restrained by a swarm of nanites that acted as cuffs around his ankles and wrists. The nanites moved, the man was literally torn in half. That was the last remnants of the camp's inhabitants. [/i]
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*Phoenix puts his darksaber on his hilt and makes his way towards the Marshal
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[i]The Marshal's gun swarmed back to the cloud beneath him, which in turn flew him to the man. [/i]"Who are you?"
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*he stops in front of the man "I am Phoenix, bounty hunter of nightmares. So, who were these guys? They didn't seem like the most savory of folk."-Phoenix
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"Mercs, rivals of my PMC."
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"I see. And you are?"-Phoenix
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"Well, someone else already shares my name in this galaxy, so you may call me Marshal. You are?"
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"Oh really? And what name is that?"-Phoenix
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"JT. My name is actually JT890M, as I'm from a test tube, but JT is the nickname of a famed general in this place. Or it was anyways, before he died."
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"I heard. He will be greatly missed by many. So, you are a test subject? What for?"-Phoenix
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"Some sterile scientist wanted a kid. He gave me up when I was young because he wanted to 'see how I'd adapt in society.' I killed the bastard later in life."
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"Seems like he deserved it. Even so, it probably wasn't a good idea to kill your dad."-Phoenix
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"Son of a bitch wasn't my dad. He was my creator, and he had codes that could force me under his service with a keyword." [spoiler]"Would you kindly?" Or something similar lol. He says the keyphrase, and Marshal had the urge to do it. [/spoiler]
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"I see. Well, in that case, who are this PMC you work for?"-Phoenix
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"The Nation Without a Home. And I don't work for them, I run them. In truth we may be a PMC, but we're a family first and foremost. Comprised of the lowest members of humanity, we give lowlife people a second chance to start anew."
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"I see. Well, that sounds like a nice group."-Phoenix
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"Eh, I've done some bad shit with them, but we're more a neutral-good unit."
