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2/25/2016 1:40:23 AM
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"There are better weapons you can take."-Silver
*he starts fusing the Melnoch with the bits of armor
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"Your right...." [b]he takes a damages .308 hunting rifle off of the wall and slings it over his shoulder by a homemade sling. He holsters the .45 caliber revolver, damaged and unassuming.[/b] "These will make fine platforms..." [b]he walks over to a workbench and stabs himself in the shoulder with a bent knife [/b]
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*he barely looks up, continuing to work "Pretty weak templates. I could get you better."-Silver
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"I can improve apon them..." [b]he removes the knife from his shoulder and covers the weapons in his blood so they are completely covered in crimson. He checks the bullets and does the same to them.[/b] "You need help with that melnoch mate? You seem to have trouble controlling it..."
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"I'm fine with the Melnoch. It's the other parts of the armor I mainly need to work on."-Silver *he fuses a few more pieces and makes some kind of strange helmet, very different from anything Wheatley has ever seen before
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"God... Is that a..." [b]he looks totally lost for words, you know those instinctual things where you just KNOW to be on alert? That was coming at him in spades[/b]
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*he puts the finishing touches on it then holds it up "Finally. The first part of the Mark 8 is complete."-Silver
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"That looks incredibly familiar... Hunter armor. People coming from the Avalon to slaughter my people and steal them away, men, women, children, ALL SLAIN.[b]he rants for awhile inaudibly[/b]
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/25/2016 3:04:11 AM"I based it off of the armor of my friend Phoenix, my friend Antonia, experimental Jedi armor, and some of my older armor types. It must be coincidence that it looks similar to the helmets of the people you hunt. As for Avalon, the last I heard of that planet was that it's government was being tried by the Alliance for a genocide. I guess I know which genocide now."-Silver *he places it down and starts working on some other parts of his new armor
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"The genocide of my people, I'm a third generation clone."
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/25/2016 3:27:25 AM"I know. You told me 9 times already. Why did these people even attack your people in the first place?"-Silver *he starts working on the pieces of leg armor
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"We have to feed on human flesh to survive, which is why I ate that guy. If we don't eat at least a small bit of flesh, we will stave within a week. Which is why the hunters have turned stitching our mouths shut into a game. Find two wisp children, steal em away, stitch em shut and bet on who's lives longer. Then the survivor is barely fed and forced to work until it dies, where it is eaten, which was supposedly a delicacy. We tried to reason, maybe we could eat the suicide corpses, maybe the cadavers or executionees... No. Just like the rest of our planet, the wisps where struck by the vile hand of man and sent flying into the unending embrace of the vacuum, my brother was one of the two survivors, the other being a woman, who quickly shot herself, intimidated by the glowing eyes of hate that always shines in mans eyes... Even yours, silver. Back there, when I let you shoot me, if you didn't already know me you would have blown my brains against the wall with no remorse." [spoiler]sooorrry that was really long xD[/spoiler]
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/25/2016 3:33:07 AM"Only because you brutally killed someone. Even then, I probably wouldn't. It goes against my morals to kill anyone, except for a special few who have killed or maimed those close to me. If you were one of those, I would have killed you back there without even using the gun."-Silver [spoiler]Its fine. I like long explanations most of the time.[/spoiler]
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"I'm surprised you didn't rip my intestines out the moment you met me, I wasn't exactly a valuable companion in that time... How long ago was that, two, three years?"
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*he turns away from his work to face Wheatley "Years? I met you about 5 months ago at most. Do your people age at some hyper-advanced rate or something?"-Silver
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"Maybe? I dunno, I had my sanity drop kicked out of a metaphorical seventh floor window into a metaphorical trash bin where it was metaphorically eaten by metaphorical street dogs... And yes, yes we do. Our average lifespan is like, ten in you years.
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"Ten? Wow, your people really do age fast. Interesting."-Silver
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Edited by Cosmic: 2/25/2016 4:00:03 AM" neither of my brothers have lived past six. They both died to protect Tara a long time ago."
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"Tara? Is that a sister of yours? Girlfriend, perhaps?"-Silver
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Edited by Cosmic: 2/25/2016 4:04:02 AM"No, well... John was... BUT ANYWAY she is the last Astral to ever grace the universe. I'm sure my people in hell will be glad to know I will die protecting another race that was as hunted equally as brutally. She's on the ship, if your gonna track her down."
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"I might, if only just to say hi. I'm sorry about your friends and family. It must be difficult living with that much death following you."-Silver *he continues to work on the bits of armor, fusing them with Melnoch
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"You get used to it... All those people dropping dead around you. It turns into a stage of life, and it's my job to send people through it, just like it is a mothers to start a mans life, it is mine to end it. Everyone knows it's easier to kill a dehumanized man. Who wouldn't kill Joseph Stalin, killed 18 million people for very self beneficial means, and if you truly do look at him... He's just a man, another insignificant blip on the radar of life, trying to keep his family afloat above the oceans of hate that surround him... And yet thousands would still send a pound of lead through his face without even flinching. I hope you can do the same to me, silver, when I end up nearly starving and try to kill you. See me only as a monster, see me as nothing better than a ghoul, a beast... And never hesitate to shoot me again."
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"I'll try."-Silver *he barely looks up from his work
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"You can't just try. You have to kill me. If I ever come at you, Tara, or anyone for that matter... I demand that you put a bullet through my head, no remorse. Just think of killing yet another beast, another monster without conscience. Let me see the pain I've caused, physical, and emotional to thousands of people. Let me know the horrible things I've done and that I truly do deserve to go screaming back to hell. Ignore my pain, ignore my screams, I would still be me, and I would still be able to speak and think like me, as if I where a normal person, but I hope that doesn't stop you... You need some help mate?"
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"No. I'm nearly done, anyway. Just a few more bits of armor to infuse. This Tara, what is she like?"-Silver
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[b]he speaks so incredibly fast it is almost inaudible[/b]"She doesn't generally trust people. The only reason she trusts me is [b]gasp[/b] When the Avalon crashed, after we had already taken up our homes in the air vents, it landed on a strange, mostly desert planet. My brother, who for all intents and purposes we will refer to a Ishmael, met them in the wreckage after getting his ass wooped by a massive demon tiger thing when Tara had to save him from surely immenant death, the first of maaaany times. SOOO she got all freaked out cuz she had this weird future sight thing, ya know where you can.... See... Into the future I guess?... AANYWAY the vision consisted of her and her little band of freaks being murdered by this horrible dude ruling an army named "nightmare" Ishmael murdered him at the cost of his own life, killing off the last of the natural wisps BUT! MY OOOOOTHER Brother, or maybe technically my dad as HIIIS clone and therefore kept he wisps alive. He continued to defend the little band of people, growing a small community in he desert he called the "Shepards." Again, we'll call himmmmmmm Jeffery... Jeffery continued to fight of evil dudes and eventually a new foe had risen. He cloned himself again and that clone was lil ol' Wheatleh. He left ME in the care of Tara, keep in mind at this point I'm at a point in life comparable to the age of like... Eight or nine. HEEEE ran off and got himself killed, I ran off into deep space to find us a new home AAAAAAND ran into her on this ship. CRAZY RIGHT?! The only reason she trusts ME is becuase the other TWO died protecting her rag-tag little group. Am I ranting? Pretty sure I'm ranting imma shut up now..."
