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[b]A cruiser approaches the ISS Avalon, red in color. It has an insignia painted on the side of it in white. It is an R with a circle around it with a line through. The ship contacts the Avalon.[/b]
[i]Permission to board? I'm meeting a friend.[/i]
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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Permission granted A womans voice comes over comms
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[b]The ship lands in the hangar bay, and a man steps out. A giant sword is strapped to his back, and is wearing a red cloak.[/b]
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[b]Lucien watches the ship from the view port of his room. He recognizes something about the color and insignia. He nearly freezes in is suit. He quickly puts his gear on including a dog tag with the words "The Verdict" on it. He rushes out to the hangar.[/b]
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[b]The ship lands in the hangar bay, and a man steps out. He has a giant sword strapped to his back, and wears an all red cloak.[/b]
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[b]Just as he thought. This is the one. He walks over to meet him. He stops in front of him, barely matching his height.[/b] [i]"You Raidriar?"[/i]
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"Yes, I am."
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[i]"Uh, hey... I'm Damien's brother, Lucien."[/i] [b]Lucien takes off his helmet and reveals a face startling similar to Damien's, albeit, Lucien has green eyes instead of yelling and his hair isn't quite as long or wavy. Lucien extends an arm out, to shake hands.[/b]
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[b]He shakes his hand.[/b] "Nice to meet you. Whatever did happen to Damien?"
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[i]"He's dead."[/i] [b]Lucien gives a tilt of his head.[/b] [i]"He died awhile ago..."[/i]
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"The fûck?! He's dead?!"
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[i]"I figured you knew... Yeah, he drowned or something... Damn fool was still grinning when his body washes up..."[/i]
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"Well then... That's... Something..."
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[i]"Anyways... Just stopped to see if it was really you..."[/i] [b]Lucien puts his helmet back on and readjusts his belt.[/b] [i]"I'm doing better now though... The suppressors keep y'know who away..."[/i]
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"Yeah... That's good..."
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[i]"Well, see you around..."[/i] [b]Lucien gives a farewell nod and turns to walk away.[/b]
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"See you."
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[spoiler]End[/spoiler]
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A very familiar voice speaks over the comms, sounding quite bored. "Granted."
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[b]The ship lands in a hangar bay, and a man steps out. He has a giant sword strapped to his back, and wears an all red cloak.[/b]
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A man with wavy jet black hair, ice blue eyes, a tanned face and multitudes of long, deep scars struts out of the comm room, his boots clanging on the metal floors. All the soldiers line up and salute as he walks towards the figure. He grips his scoped .44 Magnum holstered to his belt. "Identification, sir. All weapons you have will be confiscated until departure from my ship. And don't you dare try to try anything or I'll blow your head off so quick it'll end up in deep space."
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"I'm here to talk to Aaron Sawyer. I'm Andrew Raidriar. And also, you're not taking my damn sword. Nobody's allowed to touch it. Except me, that is."
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"Wow. Way to talk to a friend. And, honest to God, I have no idea where Aaron is." Sawyer shakes his head, looking at him with warm eyes.
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[spoiler]Now you've confused me... WHICH SAWYER IS THIS?![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Prillion Sawyer. He was making a joke, doofus.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Oh. Okay.[/spoiler] "That you, Sawyer? It's been a long damn time, man. Didn't even recognize you. You probably wouldn't recognize me either, if I didn't have this mask on... You've never actually seen my face have, you?"
