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Edited by SilverPulse620:
2/8/2016 2:33:08 AM
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*Dark Storm, Icier, and Quickblast take their fighters and exit subspace(the area you pass though when using a wormhole) to the system of the given coordinates
"This is likely to be a trap."-Dark Storm
"If so, we will crush them like noobs."-Quickblast
*they scan the area and fly the rest of the way to the coordinates, their ships cloaked and arrive at the coordinates within 10 minutes of entering the system. Upon reaching the coordinates they decloak
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They see two massive ships, HMS Thunderous and HMS Valiant, waiting A message is being sent out [i]Not a trap. Go ahead and uncloak and pilot your ship into Thunderous. We have a meeting set up for you.[/i]
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*the ships land in the hanger bay, and step out of their fighters, keeping close together "What do you think they want to discuss?"-Quickblast "No idea. I hope it's something good though."-Icier "Doubtful. However, you might be right."-Dark Storm
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They see Drasca at the head of a mass of soldiers, all standing at attention, smiling broadly under his mustache "Gentlemen! Welcome to the Thunderous. I am the famed soldier of fortune himself, Calen Drasca, the leader of The Swords."
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*Icier bows as a sign of respect. The others follow his lead "Hello. I am Icier. These are my friends Dark Storm, and Quickblast. We have come on orders of the Alliance. You wished to speak with us about something?"-Icier
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He dismisses all but three soldiers "Yes, well I saw your forces and that Volga group engage each other. Won some money to. Anyways, I wanted to offer you our services."
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*they look to each other in surprise, then back to him "We would like that. What do you want in exchange?"-Icier
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He smiles and chuckles "What did Timothy say the root of all sin was? Money."
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"Okay. We would be able to pay you well for your services."-Icier *he looks to Quickblast, who nods. He turns to the man "How does 10 billion credits sound?"-Icier
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Drasca strokes his mustache "Twelve, and you've got a deal."
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"Alright. Deal."-Icier *Icier walks up to the man and holds out his hand for him to shake "I look forward to working with you."-Icier
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He smiles "Reciprocated. Where shall we be meeting?"
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*he looks to the others, who nod, then turns back to the man "The Entarian system, most likely. If not there, then the Muunalist system. The Alliance is sending its next fleet there to group up with our main attack force."-Icier
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"The course will be plotted. A pleasure meeting you men."
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"Likewise."-Icier *the three bow to him one last time, then fly their fighters back to Alliance space "Interesting bunch."-Quickblast "I just hope they can help us end the war quickly."-Icier
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Edited by Deceiver: 2/8/2016 8:39:57 PMCalen and his guards stand in the hangar, watching the shuttle leave Scylla, one of his guards, speaks "Do you think they'll win?" "What does it matter? We've been paid. Let's plot a course." "Yes sir."
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[spoiler]So, they are just going to take the money and run?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Nah[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Okay. Good to know. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Well, they won't sit there and be murdered. They'll run if they have no chance[/spoiler]
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/8/2016 10:42:34 PM[spoiler]With them, the Alliance, the Resistance, and the countless powered people with them, all working together, it is the Federation that won't stand a chance. [/spoiler]
