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2/6/2016 4:00:46 AM
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He nods.
"Fair enough."
He leads you to a small house, with a tall building next to it, probably the garage. He opens the talker building, revealing small, jeep-like vehicles and a few ships inside.
English
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'You've not got much gear. You need to find an independent planet who feels like funding you, you'll have far more equipment than you'll know what to do with.'
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"Yeah...this everything on this planet. We don't have much, most of it's just modified civilian vehicles." He shook his head and sighed as he looked at the vehicles. "Planet funding would be our only chance at this point."
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'Well, Mar Sara can provide equipment, as long as you promise to keep your newfound way of life to yourself. We're not against the freedom to choose the government you live under, but that doesn't mean we're going to let you try to steamroll us with our own equipment.'
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"We make allies and we keep them, it's a code as sacred as chivalry. My soldiers won't break it, and if they, I'll execute them myself." His expression hardened, it was obvious that he took that matter very, very seriously.
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'Good, I'd hate for you all to be terrorized for dumb decisions.' Duller pulls the AMP knife out of its sheath, and scrapes it against the opposite arm. 'You'll need someone to train AMP pilots, but there are plenty of Mar Sarans who'd be capable of doing that.'
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"Would you be willing to train them? Most have discipline and will listen to you, any others you can report to me and they'll be dealt with."
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'Trust me, i can handle them. I may be able to train them, but I want to handpick a strike team out of the applicants, hand train all of them for raiding.'
