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"Well, my version of a "shitnado" is getting a virus in my dome, killing my girlfriend, half the troop population here and destroying half the ship."
He looks down at the thought of his girlfriend.
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[b]She pats him on the back. its awkward because she is half his size.[/b] "Let me tell ya something- im not big on that metaphorical shit, but from where we come from, we're all family, because we're all we have left. We all think of each other as our brothers and sisters. fathers and mothers. all of em. And thats a whole city. I reckon you could do that on a small-ass ship like this one. much less people here."
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He nods.
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"Hey, do you know where i can sleep? Or at least where Arnold's room is? I havent exactly had the chance to "talk" to him yet. If you understand what i mean. "
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He chuckles. "Yeah, right this way." He heads towards the barracks part of the ship.
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[b]She follows him.[/b]
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Python points out his room as they walks by it. "My room, if you need anything." They eventually reach the Professor's room. "Well, this is it."
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"Thank you." [b]She walks in, and the Professor is taking notes on a small cube in the center of the room. Scouters lent by Phantom fly around it feeding The Professor information. He sees her and puts his journal away.[/b] "Thanks Python. Hey Beatrice." [b]she walks up too him nd slaps him across the face.[/b] "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO URIAH!!!??" "He's in the cryo-pod in the cellblock. Take a left, turn right, head down the stairs and you should get there." [b]she runs off towards the stasis-cells. The Professor returns to his work.[/b]
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Python watches her run off then leans up against the wall, crossing his arms. "She with him or something?"
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[b]he sighs, but doesnt look up from his notes.[/b] "Not exactly. everyone in the squad is related to some one else, except her. Uriah was there for her. She also doesnt care too much for Nick or Reggie, and considering that I've been gone for three years in their eyes, that would easily develop something between those two."
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Python nods. You hear the flick of an old school lighter and him light a cigar. "Alright. I'm gonna go be sure she doesn't do anything stupid." He walks off towards the stasis cells.
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[b]he continues taking his notes, and mumbles to himself.[/b] "probably best..."
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Python keeps walking, cigar in his mouth.
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(end mini-session)