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5/2/2016 1:36:44 PM
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"And full of death."-Phoenix "Do I have to keep telling you to be quiet?"-Dark Storm "You may just have to."-Phoenix
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"It's better than being full of murderers. Now what do we need to do?"
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"Make sure we get all the information we need and not get killed while doing so."-Dark Storm
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"What kiiiind of information?"
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"Enemy troop positions, VIP target locations, location of remaining friendly forces, enemy defensive positions and strength, ect. The usual stuff."-Phoenix "Which would make this mission easy, if you would shut up."-Dark Storm(to Phoenix)
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"You really do hate him, don't you?"
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"No. I just find him a bit irritating. If I hated him, he would be dead already."-DS "Well, that's good to know."-Phoenix "I'm really starting to question why I brought you on this mission."-Dark Storm(to Phoenix)
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"Need me to contact some dudes on the ground? I got some homies down there..."
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"Sure. Get them to relay data on the locations of VIP targets and hidden enemy defenses, if you can."-Dark Storm *Phoenix starts to comment, but then shuts up and gets back to scanning
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[b]he pulls this old ass lookin radio from his backpack and begins speaking to... Someone in a strange language. He shuts the radio off after a few minutes and begins checking his gear. A hardlight rifle, and a shitload of grenades and EMPs, breaching charges, and a single singularity generator. He sits there and toys with his homemade cloaking device, seemingly made of scrap, and eventually gets it working[/b]
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*she looks over to him, then back to Phoenix "How much longer?"-Phoenix "It won't be much longer. Here, I'll take the controls. Go back and check up on the wisp."-DS *Phoenix gets out of the seat and Dark Storm takes control of the ship. Phoenix then makes his way to the wisp "You know, we could get you some more reliable gear if you want."-Phoenix
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"Hehehe, where's the fun in that? I have all I need."
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"You have a weird sense of fun, and this is coming from the good friend of a major sociopath."-Phoenix *he looks at the cloaking device "Hm. You know, you might want to get that thing checked when we get back to the Intrepid."-Phoenix
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"Checked? What do you mean? It works just fine!" [b]he cloaks, completely invisible to physical, thermal, and magnetic sensors.[/b]
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Edytowany przez użytkownika SilverPulse620: 5/5/2016 9:38:13 PM*he scans for tachyons, easily finding the wisp "Tachyon emissions. All cloaks emit them, but usually in minute amounts. Yours are off the charts. If you are going to fight all the enemies out there in the universe, you have to get your device to emit less tachyons."-Phoenix
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[b]he is sitting on Pheonix's shoulder, being light enough to be nearly weightless, as all wisps are.[/b] "Cool."
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Edytowany przez użytkownika SilverPulse620: 5/5/2016 9:57:58 PM"No. Not cool. This kind of clumsiness and mechanical failure could get you killed."-Phoenix
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"Cool." [spoiler]happy revenge of the fifth by the way And cinco de mayo[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Thank you. [/spoiler] "You are unusually chipper. A lot like Wheatley. Let's hope you last longer than he did."-Phoenix
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"Are you saying we die to quickly?! Cuz it's true..."
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"I am. You need to be more cautious or your species will almost definitely go extinct."-Phoenix
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Edytowany przez użytkownika Cosmic: 5/5/2016 11:54:49 PM"There's too many of us. Motha-blam!-a we eeeeverywhere. I might get killed, but killing us all is like crusading against dirt."
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"Good to know."-Phoenix
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"Yeah. I'm bored, when do I get to kill shit?"
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Edytowany przez użytkownika SilverPulse620: 5/6/2016 12:56:16 AM"Soon. Very soon. Why? You anxious already?"-Phoenix
