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8/23/2015 6:43:16 AM
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The old freighter's door opens, breaks off the ship and makes a crashing sound on the floor, followed by a tanned-skin man jumping down with heavily dirty clothes on, with nuggets of a ore containing a silver-ish purple metal in his hands* hey, thanks for letting me on board.
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[b]A man equally dirty and strange pulls down his headwear and walks up to you, holding out his mechanical hand.[/b] "No problem. Most call me The Professor, and if you need anything, just ask."
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Shakes hand* appreciated. About my damaged freighter, I'll get the mess cleaned up as soon as I get some rest. Out of nowhere I was attacked by a small fighter heading away from this location. Strange..
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"You know that im going to get my ass kicked right? Anyways. Dont sweat it. I'll take the blame."
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Okay, if you say so. *Reaches into the freighter and pulls out multiple sacks of ore, prospecting equipment, and carries a two bit pickaxe out* so just pick any room to sleep in?
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"Pretty much. As long as it isnt occupied."
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Okay. Thanks again. *Walks out towards the quarters and uses a panel to find available rooms*
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[b]He smiles and waves to you as you walk away. He turns and heads towards the lounge. He needs somewhere to work in peace. As he walks away, he mutters something to himself.[/b] "there goes my other arm...."
