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1/9/2016 12:14:33 AM
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[b]A small figure stands on a dune of sand out in the open desert. A pure white silk cloak covers it. It moves a delicate hand over the hood and pulls it down. It reveals golden flowing hair and bright blue eyes. She's not very big, maybe in her mid-twenties. She has a small red medical cross badge on the close to the top of her left hip. She stares across the desert with wide eyes and a small grin. She pulls a locket from her neck and looks at his bizarre triangle design. She opens it to look at a picture of a tall, thin man with a large grin and another beautiful woman holding an infant. She pockets the small necklace and looks back over the desert. Her voice is quiet and gentle, like water running over pebbles.[/b]
[i]"I'm coming, dad..."[/i]
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[i][b]You see what looks like a man and a dog walking towards you. The man has a rifle in his back and a bufflebag in his hand[/b][/i]
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[b]She spots them and gives a hearty wave. For such a small girl, she doesn't seem very afraid.[/b] [i]"Hello! Can you hear me?"[/i]
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[b][i]He turns, saluting you.[/i][/b] "Loud and clear." He shouts, sprinting towards you. He doesn't seem hostile.
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[b]When he finally approaches, she gives a gentle smile.[/b] [i]"Are you a native?"[/i]
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"Nope. FN. you?"
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 1/9/2016 7:31:21 PM[i]"Not from here either... I'm Eve... That's an interesting name... Is it short for something?"[/i]
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"The group I'm with is Fireteam November. My name is Jakob. That..." He says, gesturing to his greyhound. "... Is Grey."
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[b]She eyes the dog carefully.[/b] [i]"That's quite the companion..."[/i]
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"He's been with me for a while. We always have each other's backs."
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[i]"I'll admit... I'm not a fan of dogs... But I'm sure yours is fine."[/i] [b]She gives a meek smile.[/b]
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"He won't attack. Or at least unless I say. I don't see a reason too though. I don't believe I got your name."
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[b]She eyes the dog carefully.[/b] [i]"That's quite the companion..."[/i]
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[b]Frost silently watches[/b]
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[b]She doesn't notice. Instead she pads quickly down the side of the dune, and out of sight.[/b]
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[b]He quietly teleports a couple of feet behind her[/b]
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[b]She rolls her eyes and turns around.[/b] [i]"Yes?"[/i]
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[b]She's greeted by the barrels of a minigun[/b] "FN, NWH, local or other?"
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[i]"Not many people around here who are friendly..."[/i] [b]She frowns.[/b] [i]"I don't know any of those."[/i]
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"Not exactly trusting of people around here..." [b]He lowers the gun[/b]
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[b]She shrugs.[/b] [i]"Yeah. I could tell. So, what exactly is the problem with you people?"[/i]
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"Space ship crashed, and now we're stranded"
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[i]You see a man walking northwest, his armor strange and old looking[/i]
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[b]She watches for a few moments then turns in the other direction.[/b]
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[i]He notices her and thinks to himself[/i] [b]If they are the one responsible for the ship, I need to interrogate[/b] [i]He starts to follow her[/i]
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[b]It isn't long until she gains too much distance. Her steps are strangely quick and light. At this rate, it will be impossible to catch up.[/b]
