Eric stands in the hangar, the crew of the Alamo besides him. Healed from his brief hiatus, he stands ready for whatever Mandalore had summoned him, alongside the others, for.
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Jt walks beside you, spinning his revolvers, wearing a black cloak.
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Eric looks over at him quizzically "Why do out think Mandalore summoned us?"
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No idea. And we're at a disanvantage unless I can summon my son.
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*Jack walks up next to them* "Probably an alien threat that will blow up the earth with some really big laser."
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Try earth, new terra, the 2nd moon of Europa, and the Alamo. We've lost the worlds before. We need the Alamo
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"Either way it'll probably involve a big laser."
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Probably. Goddamnit, I feel... Sad!? SAD?! This is the first time I've felt anything in 11 years!
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"Probably. Given your history, that sounds absurdly likely."
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*Jack flicks JT's ear* "Feel that?"
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Ow. And yes. Thank you
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"Your welcome."