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.]