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[u][i]Crux, The Capitol, Central Tower[/i][/u]
[b]After the Attrition of Crux, where both Federation and Rebellion armies clashed and were similarly decimated. The survivors were left scarred, battered, and full of dread, as the constant horros and atrocities both sides ha experienced had begun to take it's toll. The Federation had done away with it's corrupt government, instead reforming into a Republic, calling a Senate where every Federation System was represented. The Rebellion, in contrast, finally established a concrete government for itself, The Union of Free Systems. And so the War of Systems, as it came to be called, was drawn to a close. The two governments agreed to meet once again on Crux, only this time, to establish a peace accord. A gathering was held in the Cruxian Capitol, in it's Central Tower. where the attendees included Military Veterans from both sides, Government Officials, and others. Though tensions were still maintained between the soldiers, who had mere months ago been fighting each other and watching their comrades die, it was did not stop the flow of the gathering from taking a calm setting [/b]
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Dahlia had just stepped into another mess from the looks of it; one without blood, but peace. Ugh. She craved action, blood, combat. All she was good at; and though she is cold hearted, Dahlia couldn't help but pay respect to the fallen, who had died for a bad cause, when peace was so close in reach.
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[b]this strange kid, no older than around 20, is stitching up deep gashes on his non-prosthetic arm. He is sitting on a bench outside of the large tower when he sees you. He waves. His skin glows faintly, being completely pale white. He bleeds from a large cut across his face[/b] "Hey..."
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[b][i]Boredom. The only thing Alexandra could feel, boredom. She sits in the corner, in a brown, wooden chair, her red and black coat shielding her from the lights above, her tanned skin and bleach white hair going against each other. She watches the crowd intently, as there's nothing better for her to do. [/i][/b]
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[b]Thomas kicked back, sitting at the peace meeting as he leaned in a chair As per usual, whiskey in hand as he was dressed causally, in flannel, jeans, and work boots He takes a sip from the glass, looking around[/b] [i]"So, the fightin's done, eh?"[/i]
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"You Fed bastards! You killed brother!" [b]A fight had broken out between some Federation Veterans and Union Veterans[/b] "You Union scum caused the entire war! You bombed my home world!" [b]Right when the two groups were about to come to blows, a figure stepped between them and knocked down both instigators[/b] "Who the he-.... Colonel Jaeger, Sir!" [b]The Federation soldiers immediately saluted Jaeger[/b] We aren't enemies anymore. Act like it. "But Sir, these re-" Am I understood? "...Yes. Colonel." Good. Now, I think we all could use a drink. [b]Jaeger walked past Thomas' seat, glancing at him as he did[/b]
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[b]Angela landed in her ship and stepped out looking around[/b] "Its hard to believe I almost died here a few months ago." [b]she walked towards the tower as her armor disappeared being replaced by a black T-shirt, leather jacket and jeans[/b]
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"Oh hey! Glad to see you made it out okay... GOD DAMN IT. TIMMMM." [b]an AI speaks, loud enough to be heard even to the surrounding people[/b] "[i]WHAAAAT?![/i]" "You got any idea on how to fix this?!" "[i]NOOOPE[/i]" "Ugh, fine... So what happened to you after I got you to that hospital?"
