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5/28/2016 2:41:34 PM
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[u]"Don't try to stand. Your wounds are still fresh."[/u]
Eleanor stands up from her chair, walking to his bed. She kneels next to him, a smile on her face.
"Fancy meeting you here."
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He laughs. "Well... I'm a wanted man by everyone I guess..." He sighs, growing serious. "A man named Garret did this to me. He's powerful... He has somehow obtained the weapon blueprints for Angel, and even turned it into a fully automatic weapon... You can see what it did."
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"Well, you may not like the sound of it, but we sit and wait. That's all we can do. Luckily for us, the imperials and heretics have, for the most part, agreed to a cease-fire. Some of them, though, don't respect it and keep attacking us. But we're well defended enough to ward off any major offensive."
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"Well I woke up, wandered around, then Garret found me, kicked my ass because I didn't know what weapons he had, and was taken aback by the fact he knew my name and was wearing an ASCS." He pauses. "Then I barely escaped, I think he let me... And then I made my way here."
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"He's just looking for someone to blame... I'm sure we all would." He pauses. "And besides-" He's cut short by a very strange occurrence... The remnants of his armor... Begins to move? No, they were. They began slowly moving towards a center mass, eventually lifting up and forming a very rudimentary suit of armor. The cracked helmet lit up with two red eyes. It stood at the other end of the room.
