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2/25/2016 1:33:56 PM
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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
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"Define mandalorian... I used to know a dude named mandalore..."
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"A people that hail from the planet Mandalore. Their warriors are some of the best in all of the cosmos. I have two friends that are Mandalorian. One is a merc, the other is a Jedi. Nice group of people, unless you are their enemy."-Silver
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"They tried to mug me once, I guess I owed them something and forgot or whatever, but remember Thai from me, whatever problem life throws at you, throw a grenade back at it."
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"Not the best approach for them. You throw a grenade at them, they will throw it right back at you with a volley of plasma blasts and rockets behind it. Stay on their good side. They can really be useful in times of conflict"-Silver
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"Well... You know me, I tend to -blam!- shit up when I need it most."
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"Noted. So, where exactly is this Tara friend of yours hiding?"-Silver
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"She's not hiding."
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"Alright. Guess it will be easier then. Thanks."-Silver *he finishes up on the lightsabers and starts working on the armor again
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"No problem." [b]he begins to mod the handgun, adding white phosphorous rounds and modifies the barrel to be shorter[/b]
