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10/31/2015 4:50:20 AM
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The ship flies through the storm barrier and gets a view of the factory* "ill land not too far away from it."
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"Alright"
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"This goes without saying, but the storm has masked our approach." he grabs a Shrapnel Launcher and a Wire Rifle as the ship descends*
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[b]she walks over to the airlock and waits pulling her hood over her head[/b]
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It is raining as the ship's airlock opens* "if the scans are correct, there is an overwatch ledge not too far from the front."
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"Lead the way"
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He runs to the ledge and uses his rifle to scout*
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[b]she follows[/b]
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"It looks like... A robot foundry..."
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"Alright what kind if robots?"
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"Looks like robot soldiers. Some standard, some without protruding heads... Looking further."
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"Alright so what's the plan?"
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"Scanning for defenses... None on this side of the foundry... Except for a person with gray skin wearing a coat just like yours."
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"What?"
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He lets you see through the scope* "see? Gray skinned person."
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"What the hell?"
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"What? Is that one of your people?"
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"No it's not"
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"Enemy, perhaps?"
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"Maybe"
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The gray skinned person enters the factory, his hands slightly lit blue* "ready to move in?"
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"Yeah let's go"
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He moves in silently through the side*
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[b]she follows silently[/b]
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"Someone is building an army here." he takes a rather large droid arm from a deactivated and powerless droid* "wrist blasters? Interesting..."
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[b]she takes her lightsaber off of her belt[/b]
