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9/3/2015 3:20:46 AM
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A freighter arrives and touches down, a single person leaving the freighter*
English
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The soldiers aim their weapons at him, not knowing if he is a friendly or and enemy. The sergeant nearest yells in broken English. "Identify yourself!"
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He takes off his helmet* "My name is Galdes Rahl, I came to help."
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The keep their weapons trained on him. "How would one man do that?"
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"I'll help with whatever you need done."
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They look at each other, then back at him. The sergeant translating for his men. They lower their rifles. "Thank you for the offer but we largely have what we need. Unless you can destroy those ships up there."
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"I cannot do that without pissing off... whatever they are up there."
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"They are already angry, we saw to that. I hope they burn in hell. They will soon if we have a say."
