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12/12/2015 3:20:13 AM
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He falls into the airlock, and forces the door closed before cycling the air and limping into the nearest hallway.
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[b]It was empty, the dim lights still on[/b]
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He keeps going, looking for signs of recent activity, or maybe even the crew.
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[b]Eventually people begin passing by hin[/b]
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He carries on, and limps off towards the physical conditioning suite. After finding a suitable spot, he drops his gear into a pile, and passes out on top of it.
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[b]Eventually people take notice of him, taking him and his hear to the medical wing, and treating his wounds[/b]
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After he wakes up in the medical suite, he immediately begins complaining at the medical crew, and throws several pieces of medical equipment across the room.
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[b]They manage to detain him, returning his armor to him[/b]
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As soon as the crew is foolish enough to let him up, he slaps one of them, and gears up before walking to the botanical area of the ship.
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[b]They shrink away, letting g him leave[/b]
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He enters the botanical area, and looks around for Jackie, taking the time to enjoy walking around without being assaulted. [spoiler]Ayyy, he's gonna be ultra pissed when he finds out.[/spoiler]
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[b]Minutes turn to hours, as a eventually a soldier walks by[/b]
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Jarle stops him. 'You happen to know a red haired woman? Taller than you, names Jackie? Always wore that ugly drab green shirt?'
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[i]"Jackie? The EVA Spartan?"[/i] [b]He hesitates[/b] [i]"She died three weeks ago..."[/i]
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Jarle's face goes blank. 'How, what did it?'
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[b]He hesitates again, not knowing if the man would freak out[/b] [i]"She was brutally murdered, her head caves in, by Python"[/i]
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'Well, you tell this Python that I'd better not see him around me, or shit will not be pleasant for him or the crew.' He grips his revolver, and slacks up. 'Be glad I'm trying not to murder anymore, or your dismembered body would have been the one to send the message, get the hell out of here.' He walks over to a bench, and settles down, sulking to himself.
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[b]The man runs off[/b]
