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*Apollo walks up to you* You the new guy that's been looking for me?
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Yes sir I was told to find you.
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Good we lost a lotta good pilots in the last battle and can use the fresh meat. *he points at several different starships each in various stages of repair. Some with the blood of their fallen pilots still in the cockpit* Take your pick, we won't be getting any new star fighters till we get back to base.
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*picks the one in most need of repair* awesome I can fix this up to suit my needs.
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Good, I like the optimism. Weapons and ammo are over there, and there's a supply and tool room over there. Come get me when you're done
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Alright * starts repairing the ship*