He turns the grenades in his hands. Once he hears the part about flesh chewing, he grabs a piece of scrap metal and puts it in front of his member. It sits in front of his boxers but behind his pants. He draws his sword.
"Does it have to be fire and acid?"
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[i]"a day. A week. There's no way to tell."[/i]
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"My guys can get down here in an hour. Just gotta get a com relay out."
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[i]"Now that's the hard part..."[/i]
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He nods. "I thought so. My girlfriend's probably worried sick." He chuckles a little, ashing his cigar.
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[spoiler]wait... python smokes?!?!?! Don't let A'Karo find out....[/spoiler] [i]"the signals on this planet are always garbled. Getting a transmission lines will be nigh impossible..."[/i]
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[spoiler]Lightly...[/spoiler] He nods.
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[spoiler]Lightly or heavily, smoking is smoking. And that's something she doesn't tolerate.[/spoiler] [i]"try to get your rest. They will be passing us by soon."[/i]
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[spoiler]... *makes whip sound*[/spoiler] He crosses his arms, while he sits.
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[spoiler]what?[/spoiler] [b]he disembarks from the Centurion armor and sits.[/b]
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[spoiler]<.< >.> Nothin....[/spoiler] "Some nice armor. Where'd you get it?"
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[i]"I got it after spending years working for the Imperium. After the proper training, on how to handle such a machine, I was assigned one by the Deathwatch."[/i]
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"Cool."
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[b]he remains sitting down.[/b]
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He sighes, throwing the rest of the cigar away. He checks his pistol and loads it.
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[i]"Tomorrow we'll head back out. We'll have to be silent."[/i]
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He nods and drifts off into sleep. [spoiler]Skipping ahead[/spoiler] Python wakes, looking around.
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[i]"Time to go. Get up."[/i] [b]he boards his Centurion armor.[/b]
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Python stands, grabbing his pistol from next to him. He looks at the wall. "How do we get out without making a noise?"
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[b]He shoves his siege drills into the collapsed entrance, breaking it open as the sunlight pierces through the entrance.[/b] [i]"there we are."[/i]
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"Fair enough." He steps out, aiming his pistol around.
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[b]there was nothing. Just sand and rocks.[/b]
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He sighes, trying comms. "Ryan. You there? I need a ride."
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[Plot was scrapped. Carry on.]