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10/18/2015 7:56:11 PM
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[i]He nods to Theron, his helmet lowering. He finishes loading the shotgun, sliding a .50 BMG into his rifle, then pulling the slide back on carbine, the -KA CHAKK!- audible throughout the ship.[/i]
Pretty good yourself? Just gotta...
[i]The same blinding light from before fills the cabin, as Alon is enveloped in it. As it disappears, his suit is gone, only his slightly singed tank top and black jeans on now, his defined facial features visible to you once again. Only his Five-Seven was visible, the other guns gone.[/i]
...suit was getting kinda stuffy. Seems like the crew is holdin up well, good they're here.
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[i]You hear the voice of the exile from the cabin[/i] Exile: "Yeah they're a good crew now sit down and buckle your self in"
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[i]He looks over to the cabin, not exactly pleased with Exile, but nonetheless buckles in, twirling a golden knife in his hand. He couldn't seem to sit still, always doing something with his hands.[/i] So... Theron... where are you going to go after this?
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Theron: "I don't really know I might try to find my actual parents if I can" [i]You notice exile tense up a tiny bit at the mention of parents[/i]
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[i]Alon looks over to Exile quickly, but decides not to push that subject with him, returning his gaze to Theron.[/i] My parents are dead. Tricked to killing them when I was 5. Never had a family, only my friends. Extended family was exterminated, as we were all too strong to live. Somehow, only I remain in the bloodline...
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Theron: "Hmm sounds rough but I know my Ma- I mean my mom and Dad are fine" [i]He pulls out a small picture of his adoptive family you see 3 kids and an okder looking couple and Theron but slightly younger[/i]
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[i]Alon holds up a fire in his hands, an image hazily flickering in the flames, which glow a dark blue. It shows two people: a young woman, and a young boy, about 15 and 10, smiling back at Alon, their sea-green hair and fair skin glowing with health. He sighs, as he shakes his hand, little embers drifting into the air as the fire goes out.[/i] The only "family" I have is far away, and hopefully, they're in good hands. I sometimes have to leave suddenly when people need my help, it's just in me, you know? When other's need you, it make you feel pretty good... but it can tear you apart too... [i]Alon flips a rather large knife, a kard, in his hand, looking over the blade and running his fingers testingly along the blade.[/i]
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[i]Theron seems about to say something when the Exile begins to talk[/i] Exile: "I killed my parents in an act of loyalty to a false master"
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[i]Alon nods, not too sure what to say.[/i] Hopefully you have or are planning on sticking a knife in their spine, wouldn't seem right otherwise. Or one of your lightswords... those look cool.
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Exile: "He's already dead" [i]an awkward silence seems to fill the ship[/i]
