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12/28/2015 4:58:21 AM
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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?"
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"No, but I'm the same old me. Can I take a look at that new face of yours, or are you just going to allude to it and leave me itching to know what you look like after 5 years?"
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"The second option. On a side note, I can't really age anymore... Accident with DM tech. It's gonna be horrible. Anyways, what's been going on with you?"
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Edited by VertheAlt: 12/28/2015 5:24:11 AM"Well, I own this ship, and this team. I've just been drifting these past few years... Getting by just barely. Until I found this ship, and the SHM. Rose through the ranks. Didn't accept to lead it, wasn't my destiny... But I own this here place. It's the only home I've ever had since Strathmore. And with Val and Damien's deaths... Things haven't been very bright. I'm glad there is a familiar face - er, a familiar person here though. How about you?"
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"Well, I attacked a planet with the DM, most of them are dead by the way, we won, executed the ruler, the DM made me run the planet, I'm rich now, and I've also been looking for Kara. That's about it."
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"One helluva lot cooler than my story. So, you're looking for the ol' wifey, eh?"
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"Again, I haven't had a time to propose, but yes."
