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[i]The Shield's mess hall was chock full of soldiers, each one sitting and having a drink with their comrades. A few were new to the NTR, having not served with them previously and deciding that a life of adventure is for them. Others had been in service for years, ever since the New Terra discovery by the Alamo crew, in which nobody was onboard the ship. All save for JT, who entered the mess hall shortly after. He strided towards a table in the middle row of the table, and sat amidst a group of soldiers, vodka in hand. [/i]
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[b]Elana walks in this time wearing a different set of armor. She sat down at JT's table but didn't seem to notice he was there[/b]
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[i]He briefly glanced over to her, but quickly returned his gaze to the soldiers around him, lost in conversation. [/i]
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[b]she looks up from the data pad[/b] "When you have a moment I need to speak to you in private"
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"Shit, hold on a moment boys." [i]He says to the soldiers, and he stands up before walking to the side, waiting for Elana. [/i]
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[b]she walks over[/b] "I have some info that you may be interested in. I trust that by now you've realized I'm using a fake name?"
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"Actually, no I haven't." [i]JT said in response, placing his left hand on the grip of his revolver, [/i][b]Vengeance[/b]
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"Hmm.... I would have expected you to have by now. Well my real name is Evelyn. You may know me better as Doc. I served on the Infinity, Cyprus, escapades, and Axion"
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[i]And with that, his facial expression goes entirely blank, and he feels a great surge of happiness and curiosity rise within himself. [/i]
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"I'm guessing you recognize my name"
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"Not your name, no. Axion though, that's a different story."
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"Well I still have a lot of blue prints for some of the more advanced weaponry we had back then if you want them"
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"On you? Because I looted the hell out of your cruiser a few weeks ago. Before you kill me, that Phantom lad let me."
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"Not on me I keep them in a secure data file in my computer. Also if you're having ant problems with your cybernetics I can help with that"
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"Thanks, although I think I've got the arm under control. Not to brag, although I can likely rival the Empire's best engineers." [spoiler]FACT: That is true. He built a device that lets him hop dimensions when he was drunk and bored. [/spoiler]
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"Maybe so but you can't rival me."
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"I built a portal to another dimension in the form of a nanochip with exactly a 0.000000020 activation time, and learned how to control everything there, all because I was drunk and bored one day. Without training."
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"I built one of those when I was twelve"
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"Same here. So, I'd say we're on par here?"
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"Possibly. I've also made other things. Weapons of mass destruction, biological weapons, chemical weapons. I made medical advances far surpassing what you have in the medbay. But other then that I'd say we're on par"
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"We're using Bacta-Tankd given to us by YOUR ally, brah. And that's to say I've not made weapons as well. Anyways, you said something about blueprints?"
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"Any of the weapons you didn't recover from the axion I have. I have something better than bacta-tanks but I'm not willing to tell you about that project"
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"Alright, fair enough. Where are the 'prints?"
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[b]she hands him the data pad[/b] "Right here"
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[i]He takes the data pad and looks at it for a brief moment. [/i]"Thanks. That all you needed?" [spoiler]What exactly in on it? Please list what you gave. [/spoiler]
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"Yes that's all I needed. If you require my assistance I'll be in my quarters" [spoiler]I didn't think that far ahead so just come up with whatever you want[/spoiler]
