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10/4/2015 2:33:16 AM
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An alarm rings throughout the ship. Python is seen jogging to the War Room. He speaks to a comms crew member.
"Put it through."
He looks up at the screen, a man with white hair and a stern look on his face stares at Python.
"Is this Python of the Axion team? Or Exalin? Whatever team you're on these days."
"It's the Axion and yes."
The man seems to shift his feet, obviously heard of him and his friends.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Murph."
"Yeah, I am too, but that's not why you called. What do you need?"
"We, The COG, need the Axion team's help."
"For?"
"For chasing down a terrorist group called Oblivion. They recently attacked our HQ and our soldiers aren't tough enough to strike back."
Python crosses his arms.
"How much cash are we talking about?"
"18 million galactic credits."
He nods, happy he won't have to rob a bank.
"We'll take the job, any intel?"
"They're on a planet called Manalice. It's a snowy, cold planet."
"Hemisphere? Coordinates? I need more than just a planet."
"Northeastern hemisphere. 78.92 north and 125.65 east."
"Alright. Meet us at our location, we'll discuss any further details on my ship."
The man nods and the screen goes black. Python hangs his gear on his back and gets on comms.
"Guys, we won't have to rob a bank. I got us a job."
[spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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[b]The Professor shoots you a message[/b] [i][u]idacejozau -Arnold C--m[/u][/i]
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He receives the message, disregarding it because of its gibberish.
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[b[he receives another[/b] [i][u]use Vigenere.[/u][/i]
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Python sends back. "Bitch, shut up, we're getting 18 million for this shit."
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[u]it saddens me you dont know code.[/u] [b]He stops sending messages and doesnt arrive[/b]
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"Hunting terrorists? Now that's more like it!"
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Python looks back at her and smiles. "Yeah, 18 million too. Can't complain with those numbers."
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"Well, I'm not in for the money, but whatever helps right?"
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"Yep. They're here, I think. Not sure if they're who they say they are though, I swear I've seen that guy's face before." He walks up and puts his arm around her, heading towards the hangar.
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"Well then... I guess we'll see once we get there, won't we?"
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"We will." He smiles and kisses her as they come out onto a catwalk overlooking the hangar. Below, they see Phantom talking to a gray-haired man. They start walking to the war room. [spoiler]Gonna make a new post[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]thinking of making Tyrrek a character in this, he's a big shot in the COG. Whaddayasay?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Dats cool[/spoiler]
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[b]Phantom appears on a HoloScreen, his lab in the background[/b] Hunting Terrorists, Eh? Seems like a simple enough job. And on Manalice? Damn.
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Edited by Python824: 10/4/2015 2:44:06 AMPython shakes his head. "It seems too easy....for 18 million. Keep your guns ready."
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Oblivion.... I've never heard of them. Eh, I'd say it's a 67% chance it's a trap. I'll set us up for the Warp.
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"I dunno, we should take the should take the job and see what happens, like Thorisis."
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And how did that go. Got betrayed, Crystal was killed, and we killed the heads of the company. And we weren't even PAID!
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"Didn't you take that company over?"
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I mean, yeah, but, still. Crystal, and Hidego. Did we even capture that Iter Mantis that escaped?
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[spoiler]<.< >.>[/spoiler] "No, I don't think we did.....shit."
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Damn.... Well, moving on, what do we know on these guys?
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"Oblivion is a terrorist group, strong enough to attack a company like the COG and for the COG not have the balls to strike back. We got ourselves a challenge....just kidding."
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Let's try not to blow up the planet this time, Eh? Where's the meet up location?
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"I told them to come to us. They should be here soon, arm the cannons just to be safe."
