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10/12/2015 3:55:07 AM
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[i]"perhaps one day you will work with my empire. And see what I mean."[/i]
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"Maybe I will." He ashes the cigar and puts it back in his mouth.
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[b]the screech was heard again. This time it was much louder, but farther away in the distance.[/b]
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Python looks at Lex then at the wall. "That'll hold?"
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[i]"hopefully it will mask our scent..."[/i]
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"So, how are we gonna get off the planet if our ship's are destroyed?"
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[i]"we can wait for the Imperium to arrive."[/i]
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"I've got a ship in orbit. Hopefully they can send us a gunship."
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[spoiler]Reply in RoB please.[/spoiler] [i]"they have a means for us to get out of here."[/i]
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[spoiler]K[/spoiler] "How fast will your guys get here?"
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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.
