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12/26/2015 12:44:12 AM
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[b]Night 8: The Imperial Forces[/b]
[i]7:40 PM[/i]
A giant IF carrier, brandishing the insignia of a red lion, lands near JT's fort on Corra, destroying many trees in the process. Two men step out: an extremely tall humanoid in a cashmere suit with a plaster mask, and a man clad in black, brandishing a silver knife with the initials J.D. carved into its side.
"ALL FN MEMBERS, REPORT IMMEDIATELY."
[spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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Edited by oCharlemagne: 12/26/2015 8:18:15 PM[i]Xeno walks up to them[/i] [b]Xeno, reporting in[/b]
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[spoiler]See below[/spoiler]
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Edited by ChaiseShadows: 12/26/2015 7:32:46 PM[/i] [url=https://www.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4a/b5/43/4ab543ab3373a75ea118ea946ae9ddf9.jpg&imgrefurl=https://www.pinterest.com/lana_kelly/omupied/&h=333&w=236&tbnid=gh9AaMRTtHGzVM:&docid=qc7EZiPOM1t8PM&ei=o319VpC_E8O3acDImsAJ&tbm=isch&client=safari&ved=0ahUKEwjQnNWyxffJAhXDWxoKHUCkBpgQMwhtKEMwQw]Delta[/url] & [url=https://www.google.co.uk/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=imgres&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwiluKzu-vLJAhUKhhoKHfq0D8QQjRwICTAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fdigital-art-gallery.com%2Fpicture%2F9643&psig=AFQjCNE5IXxgfaBxNYcEzwt_At61KU01Kw&ust=1450993693128357]Echo[/url] [i] [i] Walk over, unmistakably twins ,they speak in unison.[/i] [b] What's going on?[/b]
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[spoiler]See below.[/spoiler]
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A mist wafts out of the forest.
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[spoiler]See below.[/spoiler]
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Roger and Tara appear.
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[spoiler]Sse below.[/spoiler]
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[b]Niosk walks up to them[/b] "Yes, are you part of the new command?"
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[spoiler]See below.[/spoiler]
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[b]August, or "Patchwork" as he was known to most, quickly scrambled out of his bed.[/b] Dammit. [b]Having arrived literally several hours before from a long trip to NF's Carrier, he immediately had dozed off into his bed Though now, he was quickly putting in his combat gear[/b] [b]He did a final check, before slinging his MP7 over his shoulder and putting on his helmet and closing the visor[/b] Wake up calls never happened this early before. [b]He proceeded to report in[/b] Patchwork, Reporting in.
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The man in the plaster mask laughs. "We're not the FN, bud."
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The hell? Then where am I? I thought this was where those recruited for November met up.
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"You're on Corra, doing the CRAP. combat Readiness Assessment Program. Meet up with the others."
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Assessment? [b]He looks about to say more before catching himself[/b] [b]He looks and sees snoke from the settlement the others were setting up[/b] I suppose that was all you could disclose, Eh?
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"Yeah. Now scram."
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And we were just getting to know eachother. [b]He walks past, and towards the direction of the settlement[/b]
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[spoiler]Ebd[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Would you consider Lilly as part of the team?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yes.[/spoiler]
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[b]A tall dark figure approaches, a large grin on its face.[/b] [i]"Hello."[/i]
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The man in the plaster mask and the guy with the knife talk until they approach. "Hello, my friend!" The man in the plaster mask says in an excited tone, but the guy with the knife punches him in the arm. "Uh, sorry. I'm Vintral, but a lot of people call me The Man. This is my friend Jack."
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[b]Malform grimaces.[/b] [i]"I'm aware of whom you are... What brings you dipshits here?"[/i]
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"That's not nice language to use, Malform! And, we will obliterate this planet in a few days."
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[b]Malform shrugs.[/b] [i]"Heh. You two are idiots."[/i] [b]Malform coughs out a severed head and spits it in their direction. How it got in his "stomach" is a mystery. Buts it's gross.[/b]
