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3/13/2016 1:58:52 AM
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[b][i]The Inspector[/i][/b]
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[i]Deep Space, nearing the Infinity[/i]
From 78 miles away from the left face of the [i]Infinity[/i], sensors on the gargantuan cruiser detect a much smaller ship, a starfighter, advancing on the [i]Infinity[/i]. It flashes a green-light signal of peace as it nears, and a low, gravelly voice speaks up over comms.
[i]"This is Bastion of the Rosemary, calling in to whomever pilots the Infinity. I have come to acquaint myself with Cyprus."[/i]
[i]"And some pussy."[/i] another voice adds in the background, slurred with a ghetto-accent.
[i]"Shut it, cat."[/i] the first voice snaps at the second.
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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由Asharru编辑： 3/13/2016 2:42:48 AM[i]"Already told me that. Got it."[/i] The [i]Rosemary[/i] swings into low altitude over the hangar floor, and its landing gear unhinges as it touches down into the Infinity. The cockpit windshield rises with a hiss of depressurization and escaping oxygen, and a mountain of a man with a large feline companion at his side exit the starfighter, paw and boot striking the hangar floor. The feline, a mix between lynx and tiger with shining white fur striped black and green eyes, pads forward next to his human partner, a 6'4 white man with somewhat long, tussled black hair, blue eyes, and various facial scars. He wears metal body armor painted black and white, a red cape billowing behind him and a gray bandana tied around his forehead. Various utility belts cover the armor, sheathing a chrome rapier at the man's hip, an opal zweihander greatsword beneath his cape, and a mechanized box at his other hip. His left arm also looks to be mechanical, a prosthetic. This must be Bastion. "So is dis where dese real tough nïggas be? Citrus, or some shit?" the feline says, speaking English with a ghetto accent. "Cyprus. And apparently so." Bastion replies as he surveys the hangar around him. [spoiler]Please describe hangar.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Idk[/spoiler] [spoiler]and it's the infinite pioneers[/spoiler] [b]A man in ODST-esque armor approaches you, he has nothing weapon like you can see Save a heavily modded revolver[/b] "Now where the hell are you from? Why are you here?"
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由Asharru编辑： 3/13/2016 4:56:14 AM[spoiler]Nvm; Ghost Lead described the hangar.[/spoiler] "I am Bastion," the man says, "and this is Cornelius." He gestures to the big cat. "Sup, nig?" it says. "I have come from deep space to acquaint myself with the members of the Cyprus organization, if I am welcome to." Bastion finishes.
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"Cyprus is... dead?" Bastion repeats distantly. "Brain cells? The fuçk you talkin' 'bout, bruh? I got hella more than you, so much I can shoot fuçkin' lasers outta my got-damn eyes! Wanna see?" the cat snaps back, the fur on its neck flaring.
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Bastion lowers his eyes at the ground as the other man walks off. [i]Are most of them really dead...?[/i] he wonders silently, his brow furrowed. "Yeah, that's right: walk the fuçk off." the cat hisses after the other man as he walks away. "We need to gather more information from other crew members of the [i]Infinity[/i]." Bastion tells Cornelius. "Okay, okay. Well, they better not be as heated as that nïgga." the cat replies, and they walk deeper into the ship.
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"And I suggest that you back the fuçk up before you get lasers in yo face." he snaps back, his green eyes glowing. "Cornelius, quit it. We just got here." Bastion says. "Dis is our beef, Bash, don't interfere." Cornelius hisses.
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[spoiler]I have two problems with that One, the man [i]Used thrusters that can get him 0-60 faster than that cat can get his ass whipped[/i] Two, the hell? How did he turn around?[/spoiler] [b]The man jumped over the lasers putting three bullets into the cat, two in the shoulders to lock his joints and one into an eye[/b]
