[b][i]Cephalon walks in, his hulking size making him stand out, as does his robotic body.[/i][/b]
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The Russian watches for a moment.
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[b][i]His body is completely black, with the mechanical parts being red, as is the glass on the mask. He carries a huge rifle with the same colour scheme. He sees you looking.[/i][/b] "Ah! Another member."
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"Yes. What can I do for you?"
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"I saw you looking. Not used to seeing an 11ft tall robot?" He says jokingly
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"No, I've seen weirder, trust me. You just cause a scene when you enter and I was doing a threat assessment."
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"Seems to make sense. So, you got a name?"
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"Col Pavel volkov, federation army."
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"Names Cephalon. Merc for hire."
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"Merc huh? A lot of you guys here."
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"Well, that makes sense. A lot to the time mercs are called In because we'll do almost anything for money."
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"True, not as morally sound as us regular soldiers. No offense but I've seen you mercs operate enough to know it."
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[b][i]He laughs.[/i][/b] "No, no that sounds about right. Hey, we don't have to wear a uniform." He says. "Soooo much easier to fight in jogging pants then military getup."
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"You think so? These are designed to fight in and be durable. It's like a second skin really, if it fits you are proud to put it on each day. Plus the women love uniforms."
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"Yeah, but I've always found regular clothing was better."
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"That means you just never had the calling."
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"Well, sometimes I'm glad if didn't."
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He shrugs. "At any rate we're all in the same boat now."
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"Yeah. Hey, you cover my back and I'll cover yours. Rule Akkar and I always followed."
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"It's a good rule."
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"Yeah."