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Edited by Shadlezz:
12/30/2015 4:43:51 PM
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A security officer walks up to him. [i]"please hand over any and all weapons in your possession sir."[/i] [spoiler]thought you said you weren't going to participate[/spoiler]
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I toss the bottle at him "The only danger is the taste of that brew." [spoiler]Meant to say I was going to do very little. No battles or anything.[/spoiler]
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He catches the bottle without looking up at you. [i]"Sir, please hand over any weapons. All your friends carried some, don't tell me you're the black sheep of the bunch."[/i]
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"Well, I do have these." I open up my cloak, revealing about a hundred knives
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[i]"I'll need you to hand these over, thank you."[/i]
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I put the knives in three stacks, and pull out more from behind my neck, ankles, waist, and two more from my sleeves "I think that's it. Oh, this too." I pull out a sword with a simple hilt and an all black blade
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[i]"we'll give you a scan, and then you're free to go. The Admiral has a proposal for you."[/i]
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"Go ahead."
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They scanned him for further weaponry and other items, and after the transfer, they sent him on his way towards deck 12.
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I arrive at Deck 12 and pull out a bottle and drink from it "An admiral. What next, will I meet that Nigerian Prince I keep getting e-mails from?"
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[spoiler]"no battles" *throws bottle at security officer* very convincing.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I said toss, not throw. As in, tossed underhand[/spoiler]
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Ginger slowly descends from the ship's ramp, taking each long stride deliberately so that he could analyze the settings. Surprisingly, it slightly reminded him of home... A thought that hadn't struck him in decades. The place he had called home was busy, colorful, and larger than life, with every nook and cranny a story to be told. Perhaps he would like it here more than the others. He had seen nothing of the battle, only arriving here by chance after the battle was done. No trace of his arrival had been detected, but undoubtably he had not been here for the skirmish itself. Security scans indicated his presence as the [i]Picard[/i] was docking in. As Ginger walks up to the security guard, his armor dematerializes like a bright mist, slowly evaporating with every step until he wore only a black and grey combat skin, and an interesting metal hilt at his collarbone.
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The security officer approached him. [i]"please hand over any weapons in your possession."[/i]
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Ginger hands him the hilt, which merely remains a shoto-like cylinder with deliberate ease, "That's all I have on my person, but I'm sure that I won't be going any under metal inspectors anytime soon."
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[i]"inspection is mandatory. It's the rule."[/i] They scan him afterwards for anything else that might be a risk.
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Ginger complies, and the scan shows abnormal activity in his cerebrum and cerebellum; the work of neural implants. In addition, the scan shows numerous discrepancies in his interior; two hearts, bones reinforced with a repeating carbon fiber and adamant, chloroplasts in his cells, an incredibly durable layer of skin, and an unusually potent muscle structure were all especially notable. No weapons were located on his body, but clearly he would pose a large threat even unarmed.
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He spoke inside his radio [i]"Be advised, reporting Augment at deck K-7 section 31."[/i] He then returned to you. [i]"we'll have a security team monitoring you, you may proceed."[/i]
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Ginger nodded before proceeding. There was something a little insulting as being categorized as such, but he had put aside such self-esteem long ago, and he appreciated the necessity of such precautions. Still in the dark about recent events, he turned back around to the man and asked, "Erm... Where should I proceed to? I'm assuming that you'll want us interrogated."
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[i]"The admiral can be found on observation deck 12, He'll answer your questions."[/i]
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Ginger turns around and walks away and says, "Thanks officer." As he walks away. Looking at the signs, he knew roughly where to find the admiral, but he was in no particular rush and took some time to root out the people monitoring him. Failing to do so while moving in such an unfamiliar environment, he took a second to pause outside of the Admiral's bridge to survey them better.
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When it came to Celestial Guard, there was nothing better than the Order's security force. Two Pacificators were enough to maintain the situation of an entire town, and having an army of them made clearing up planetary-wide ground assaults a walk in the park. A detachment, meaning a single Pacificators and two Guardsmen, were the standard for otherworldly guests.
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[i]Hmmm... Stand down man. There's no need for trouble.[/i] Ginger finally turns around and enters the Admiral's quarters, after a quick analysis of his pursuers. Perhaps he could take them, perhaps not, but if he could it would become impossible to leave this place. Still, best leave such thoughts before meeting important Order personnel. He enters the threshold, and awaits the Admiral's questioning.
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"So, I'll try to make it short for you. Make it bearable. You're a long way from home. And you need help getting back there. Help we're willing to provide if you can work for us."
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Ginger shifts his balance to his left leg, merely a habit, "I've worked for a great many people over the years, but all for unequivocally imperative reasons. Why should I owe you anything?"
