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8/27/2015 1:19:39 AM
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*holds a bandaged area on my chest as blood slowly seeps through*
...damn...I hope you two aren't at each others throats now
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He slowly emerges, bloodied and battered. He forms a weak gravity well near Phantom, further covering him with rubble. "Lethal, something's not right with Phantom, and I fear Python is suffering from a similar ailment. We need to get Murph and Minerva off the ship before they're infected." He looks at you quizzically "Eh... You're bleeding pretty badly. Need a shot of adrenaline?"
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I'll be fine
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"Good." He tries to take a step, but his left leg is twisted and broken, and he collapses "Dammit! Aw hell, I'm gonna have to let this heal by itself. Can you help me walk?"
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Yeah...I swear if I need another blood transfusion I'm going to be sick *walks over*
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He extends a hand, gesturing for you to pull him up.
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*takes your hand* Just try to be careful the last thing you need is an amputation
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"Don't worry, it's just a broken leg. I'll be fine."
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Yeah that's what they all say
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He pulls himself up and begins leaning on you "I'll try to find a crutch later. In the meantime, let's go find Murph."
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*starts walking* Any idea where he is?
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"Probably in the control room. Wait one sec." Something shoots out of a shoulder mounted turret; what appears to be grey liquid forms around the rubble entombing phantom, and it traps him inside "There. Let's go."
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*starts walking toward the control room* I wonder what people think about right before they die
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Edited by Forlorn Crow: 8/27/2015 1:49:00 AM[i] [/i]
