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2/25/2016 3:35:29 AM
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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..."
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"It's fine. I'll just tell her I'm a friend of yours. That will probably make her not try to kill me."-Silver *he finishes up on the joints of the armor and starts working on the chest piece
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"She won't kill you either way, but you won't be able to really speak to her if you don't know someone she cares for... Dude, space out your armor pieces, don't clump all the plates together or your only gonna be slower and more useless on the battlefield."
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/25/2016 3:53:08 PM"Noted."-Silver *he starts spacing out the bits of armor, and starts working on its interface
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"Cool. Just mention a dude name Shepard and she'll trust you."
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"Will do."-Silver
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"Have you heard from the alliance?"
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"Yes. Golden is in prison, and the rest of the SilverPulses are currently hunting down a Sith Lord know as Darth Draxis. Otherwise, uneventful. Why?"-Silver
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"I was worried they where still hunting me."
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"They won't anymore. The Alliance will make sure that the people responsible are dealt with, and can never hurt anyone again."-Silver
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"Heh... Good." [b]he continues to mod the rifle, replacing the stock and Body, replacing the upper and lower receivers with that of a large caliber rifle. He modifies the barrel to handle a eighty millimeter round, basically turning it into a Barrette AS50, but he never adds a scope?[/b]
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"Where is the scope? Are going in Mandalorian style?"-Silver *he starts modifying his two lightsabers
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"Just... It isn't really necessary, those things aren't very useful anyway, I prefer a simple CQB iron sight." [b]he adds a simple iron sight, likely made it himself.[/b]
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"Mandalorian style it is."-Silver *he adds some bits of metal to the lightsabers
