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9/7/2015 5:38:13 PM
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"You must be python"
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"Yes ma'am."
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"I am Queen Amelia but you may refer to me as your grace"
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"Alright, your grace."
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"I trust that the general has told you that we plan on building a station in the sol system"
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"Yes, she has, your grace."
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"Did she tell you we plan on colonizing Mars?"
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"No, she did not...." He puts his hands on his hips and seems to think a bit.
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"We plan on taking over a few systems to further grow our empire"
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"Any hostile factions me and my team help with?"
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"Possibly"
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"We'll help with who we can, but certain factions we won't help with."
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"Follow me" [b]she walks down a hallway[/b]
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Python follows.
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[b]she leads you to a hanger[/b]
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He looks around. [spoiler]Responses will be delayed.[/spoiler]
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[b]she steps into a shuttle and her armor forms over her[/b]
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He follows. "So, where are we going?"
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"To the citadel"
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He nods. "Why, exactly?"
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"To deal with a problem"
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"Alright."
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[b]we take off and head to the citadel[/b]
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He stays silent for the ride to the citadel.
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[b]we dock and she walks out into a large open area that looks like a park of sorts with soldiers patrolling the area[/b]
