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10/31/2015 8:46:01 PM
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Dean walks by, unarmed. There are multiple bruises on his face.
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"Dean I need to talk to you" [b]you can hear a sense of urgency in her voice and she seems scared[/b]
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"Yeah, what do you need? Is there something wrong?"
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"He has returned"
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"Who?"
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"Draxis"
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"Ah shit..."
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"If he discovers I have left the dark side he will kill me and everyone in the ship"
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"He won't. He may be a Sith Lord or whatever, but we can kill him. For good this time."
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"No only I can but not alone"
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He nods. "Alright. Everyone should be on guard all the time."
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"He could rip the ship out of the sky is he wanted to"
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"I doubt that."
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"You don't know what he's capable of"
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"I know that everyone has limitations....some be more than others, but still. I highly doubt he could bring down a ship of this size."
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"He's done it before"
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"Yeah....alright. I uh....I gotta go. I'll talk to you later alright?" He starts stepping backwards.
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"Alright"
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He turns and walks away, shaking his head.
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"Is something wrong?"
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"No....just gotta get going. You know, busy."
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"I can sense that something us bothering you"
