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publicado originalmente en:Gydaton RP
8/8/2016 3:39:46 AM
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"Oh yeah.. Those jack weeds. The Hermes crew are kinda boring."
[i] Ian says with a grin, sitting in the co-pilot seat.[/i]
"Nothing like almost getting killed or dying of starvation/dehydration to get your blood pumping."
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[i]"Well, I still have work to do, and I got to keep you safe..."[/i] [b]Damien throws him a glance, the sensors on his screen stuttering slightly.[/b] [i]"Besides, there's some interesting ones there too... Two mercs, one in power armor... Women... You will be there so that would be cool..."[/i] [b]Damien couldn't really think of anything good aboard the ship, not off the top of his head...[/b]
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"A guy gets blown out of the sky one time and needs a babysitter!" [i] Ian throws his hands up in mock exasperation with a grin.[/i] "Yeah, alright. Mercs and girls always make for an interesting time."
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[i]"Uhh... Well, I'd say you could stay with us... But we are going after Creed."[/i] [b]Damien leans back and throws his feet onto the control panel.[/b] [i]"I don't work well with the NTR."[/i]
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"Then I'm going with you." [i] Ian said simply, placing his hands behind his head and placing his feet on the dashboard.[/i] "Mr. Creed and I have unfinished business. And this time around, I plan to finish it."
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[i]"Well... There's few things we are gonna have to do before we take on a fleet. Jazz also needs to get one last job done. If you want to stick around, you gonna have to help him buy less burritos and more regular food."[/i] [b]Damien looks Ian up and down, slightly perturbed at his lack of armor.[/b] [i]"Your also gonna need gear... Anything you've ever wanted to shoot?"[/i]
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"Imogen." [i]Ian says with a smirk, but laughs and scratches the back of his neck.[/i] "Uh, i don't know much about guns. I could make my own armor easy, but as for other gear, yeah, I'm lacking."
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[i]"Lucien likes to make weapons... Gear too. I'd make you something, but it would probably be a small weapon of mass destruction. Sniper? Shotgun? What do you like?"[/i]
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[i]Ian thinks for a second.[/i] "Maybe a shotgun. Nothing that'll put me on my ass, but something that'll put them on theirs. That; and it seems you've already got a sniper pal." He says with a laugh.[/i]
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[i]"Two... Sniper pals. I'm actually better than Jasper."[/i] [b]Damien says monotone... There were few things he still took pride in... And outclassing Jazz was one of them.[/b] [i]"Shotgun... We talkin' double barrel? Semi-auto? Sights?"[/i]
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[i] Ian chuckled at that statement, but then made a face like a lightbulb went off and snapped his fingers.[/i] "Actually, my uncle had a UMP-45 he let me shoot when I was around 16. Slower fire rate so I don't have to spray and pray, and fairly light..plus it's a .45"
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[i]"LUCIEN!"[/i] [i]"WHAT?!"[/i] [i]"C'MERE!"[/i] [b]Damien sounded weird when he yelled in his mechanical armor. Eventually, Damien's brother scampered into the room, now in armor... White and black, heavy set shoulder pads and knee guards. His hair was pushed back revealing features that were near identical to Damien's. Twins.[/b] [i]"Boy wants a UMP class SMG... You can make it?"[/i] [i]"Gimme an hour."[/i] [i]"See, he's a genius."[/i] [b]Lucien walks back off to his room a moment later and Damien flips a switch on the panel.[/b] [i]"All right... First things first. We need to finish Jazz's job."[/i]
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"What's the job..?" [i] Ian questions, sitting up and untying the bandana around his arm and retying it around his head, pulling the air back from his forehead. He needed to make his own set of armor.. Or get his old one. But he wasn't going back home if he could help it. [/i]
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[i]"Shipment freighter went dark... Tons of useful equipment on it... But we don't know the cause. We are gonna go in, grab the stuff and get out... Easier said then done I'd assume, but we can't loose this opportunity."[/i] [b]Damien flips a lever over head and twists a few dials, their course changing.[/b] [i]"Hermes is still around if need be, but that's all just one thing... I want payback..."[/i] [b]Damien turned to Ian, his voice quieting down.[/b] [i]"We did retrieve Nikki... She's safe, but, she's a little different. I just figured she would have reached out."[/i]
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Editado por Will: 8/8/2016 7:51:05 AM[i] Ian took his eyes off the control panel of the ship to meet Damien's gaze, his jaw clenching at the words.[/i] "What do you mean, different?"
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[b]The sight sensors on Damien's helmet stuttered slightly, as if mimicking a sense of depression.[/b] [i]"I don't know... We haven't talked much... But she seems more quiet. I don't know what Imogen did, but she's burned out."[/i] [b]He lets out a mechanical sigh, only to be jerked back as the ship entered FTL.[/b]
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"Where's she at now?" [i] Ian asks quietly, finding a sudden interest in the hem of his tank-top.[/i]
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[i]"Heavily guarded security penthouse on Ubonae. Used to be Charlie's safe haven. It's hers now... I can't be there..."[/i] [b]Damien seemed as if he had more to say, but two pairs of footsteps make their way to the main cabin.[/b] [i]"Boss, we passed the Hermes."[/i] [i]"I'm aware... We head to Lantern Nine."[/i] [i]"We bringing the kid...?"[/i] [i]"Yep."[/i] [b]Jasper grunts and takes a seat at the small metal table. Lucien on the other hand seemed to be tinkering with a strange frame of some kind...[/b]
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[i] Ian paid no mind to the kid comment, he was used to hearing it enough. He was 18, and he looked it. Instead he went over to a nearby bench and took the cloth that he'd removed from his jeans, and began cleaning his knives. They were of simple design, straight blade and no sort of hilt guard. But one was an all gold color, and the other, an all silver.[/i] https://imgur.com/a/bS7Bt
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[b]Lucien threw on his helmet, locking it in place. Standard Lordan Labs medical officer equipment. He was armed with a standard rifle, and two very unique sidearms, both being magnum class. He turned to Ian, his voice hidden by his helmet, giving him an almost robotic nature.[/b] [spoiler]https://imgur.com/P9C1odK https://i.imgur.com/yGzXWiV.jpg https://i.imgur.com/ETbPKpX.jpg[/spoiler] [i]"You got a CS?"[/i] [i]"He means call sign... Something to call you. I'm Silence, Big D is Judge, and Lucien is Verdict."[/i]
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"My parents gave me one about 18 years ago, called Ian." [i] He said with a chuckle, still looking at his knives and cleaning them. That was also the first time he'd properly introduced himself.[/i] "But all the fake papers and I'D's I have make me Maverick, so I suppose that works."
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[i]"Maverick..."[/i] [b]Lucien repeats slowly, shrugging and walking off back down the hall. Silence was busy now attaching a complicated scope to his sniper, tri-zoom of some kind.[/b] [i]"Should be there in twenty... Lucien stays aboard to watch the ship... Besides, we don't need a medic."[/i]
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"And what if someone gets stabbed or shot, a medic isn't required?" [i] Ian looks up to raise an eyebrow at Damien with a grin. [/i]
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[i]"Maverick here doesn't trust his own ability."[/i] [i]"Shush... He's team now, treat him like a member."[/i] [i]"My teammates are dead..."[/i] [b]Damien grunts in annoyance and punches Ian carefully on the shoulder in a joking manner.[/b] [i]"No worries... It's either me or Lucien. Someone needs to watch the ship. And you don't want to be left alone with Jazz."[/i] [i]"I bite."[/i]
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"I have a Pit Bull at home. I can handle feisty." [i] Ian said with a smirk. [/i]
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[b]Damien chuckles, obviously amused... But despite the awkward banter, he seems to have Jasper's respect. And from a person of his caliber, he must have done something damn special.[/b] [i]"Besides, I can't have Lucien changing on us... Angry Lucien isn't fun."[/i] [i]"Ships empty anyways... Worst we'll get is a broken AI security system of bandits."[/i]
