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10/16/2015 2:29:36 AM
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'This is Brother-Sergeant Leifsson of the Void Wolves, we've been jumping from system to system for the past month, we're looking for someone.'
The [i]Anvil's Guard[/i] keeps its weapons prepped, but doesn't go through the effort of lining up clear shots.
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"Who are you looking for?"
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'We are looking for Ciri Gudara. The reasons are unimportant.'
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"Well, she's a part of this team and it's my job to keep the team safe. I'm gonna need a reason."
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'Personal reasons, if we intended to kill her we'd have destroyed the ship the moment we knew she was aboard.'
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"Fair enough. Send a ship to us, dock 13." A dock in the middle of the cruiser opens up.
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A jet-black gunship leaves the [i]Anvil's Guard[/i] soon after, and lands in the designated hangar. A squad of huge, heavily armed humans exits the gunship and waits by its ramp, their armors color matching that of the gunship.
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Python stands there, watching the soldiers exit. "You got a commanding officer?"
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The first among them steps forward. 'That would be me, I'm Sergeant Leifsson, and you are?'
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"I'm Python." He extends his hand for a handshake.
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The Sergeant accepts the shake, and looks around. 'Where exactly is Ms. Gudara?'
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"In the barracks, I'll have some soldiers get her." He points to a couple of soldiers walking by. "You two, go get Ciri from the barracks." They nod and head off.
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'Good. I'd have hated tearing this ship apart to find her, it already looks like its been through hell.'
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He chuckles. "We just got attacked actually."
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'Thats what i was referring to, i can still smell weapons discharge. You really should think about adding some sentries to key chokepoints, and to the hangars.'
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"Yeah, training room was out last resort and I was off ship so we got messed up pretty bad."
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'You'd do well to keep your best force split, so that things like this can't happen.' He checks the receiver of his rifle, and continues. 'So, what exactly is Ciri doing here?'
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"I found her on a planet called Thorisis about a week ago and we fought a little. I wasn't looking to get blood on my hands so she ended up unconscious. Brought her back here and she healed up then we let her go." He looks around for the two soldiers he sent off. "Ciri got contacted by Del Fino, the guys that attached us, and joined them. She changed sides and actually saved the ship."
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'SHE WHAT?!?! What did you just say?!'
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"She saved the ship, is there something wrong?" His hand hovers over his pistol.
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The man levels his rifle in a flash, and steps back. 'Explain!!! The first half, right now damn it!!!!!'
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Soldiers around stop immediately what they're doing and draw rifles. A few have rocket launchers, some armed with shotguns, one even gets in a gunship. "She pulled a gun on me and I reacted, is there something wrong?"
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'She must have had good reason, i taught her to never do that unless she had very good reason to!!!' The other nine Marines foldout, and raise an equally formidable array of weaponry, albeit with greater ease than their momentary opposition.
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"Listen, we can rip each other to shreds or talk this out. I'd prefer the second one so the ship doesn't crash and kill all of us. Now, why do you care so much about Ciri?"
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'Crash and kill all of you maybe, we've been dropped out of orbit before, we're used to it.' He lowers his rifle, only slightly. 'I suggest you explain yourself first.'
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"Explain what about myself?" He pulls his pistol out, leaving his arm down.
