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2/26/2016 2:00:30 AM
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[b]Crux[/b]
[b][u]Unknown Galaxy[/u][/b]
[i]Orion Halva a newer member of the ship compared with the other hardened crew walked slowly about the ship, his hands crossed behind him as he traversed the dimly lit hallways. His mind wandered off to some of the crew members he had been acquainted with but he also wondered if he were to receive his own quarters... Supplies...... .... Information... He shook his head again and looked at the Gauntlet on his left arm attached to his pearl white armor. Analyzing it closely he knew of the fractures lining its shining silver surface... Some of the pieces missing and others destroyed from cryo stasis... Once it was operational... Maybe... Maybe he could attempt it again... Especially with the ones he walked beside now.... [/i]
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[b]You hear the crackling sound of someone welding something, and as you walk by a room, you see weapons lining the walls, and gear strewn about, a man in a leather jacket and blue jeans making a mobile sentry gun[/b]
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[b]Orion quietly looks into the room as he walks by[/b] [i]Curious crude technology...[/i]
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[b]He stops after hearing you[/b] "Crude my ass, this can be tooled to fire most anything, but works best with 5.56, or .50 cal"
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Edited by Kain The Slain: 2/26/2016 1:20:42 PM[b]Angela leans against the wall ahead of you cleaning her pistol[/b]
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[b]Orion slowly walks past his armored boots clicking on the metal floor panels. He glances over.[/b] [i]Well you arent a machine walker.. You must be a human crew member..[/i]
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"Yep"
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[i]Mmm... Well.[/i] [b]Prion stops and turns on his heel Spinning toward you in a quick fashion.[/b] [i]My name is Orion Halva. [/i]
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"I'm Angela"
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[i]Wait a minute... ... No I met you recently, I know you Angela sorry for my forgetfulness on the matter...[/i]
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"It's fine"
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[spoiler]Crux was the planet the ship was built on. The ship is named the Infinity, I believe.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]ah, well im gonna allow that to be a character mistake not my own, I play it as I learn it directly through Orion [/spoiler]
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Edited by Murph Tha Smurf: 2/26/2016 4:12:36 AM[spoiler]ships name is probably something I should add to the OP. [/spoiler]
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Eric Cooper stood beneath a flickering light, sharpening a knife on the bulging ceramic gauntlet on his right arm, where his chain-blade was held. He had reportedly rescued Beta Company from their imprisonment in the Arena, but the man... No, boy that stood in front of you hardly seemed to fit the bill. He didn't look any older than 18, with black hair and cold, pale green eyes that watched you like a predator would its prey, yet there was no malice in those eyes, merely confusion. His voice was still raspy with puberty, but carried a sense of both contentment and uncertainty, "You aren't from here, are you?"
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[i]No..[/i] [b]Orion slowly stops and swivels on his heel facing you. [/b] [i]You must be a member of the crew I assume?[/i]
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"No, not yet." The boy looked as if he was only just applicable to join the military, yet he carried himself with a grace and confidence beyond his age, and his eyes told a similar story. "All this must be pretty disorienting for you. Certainly is for me."
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"It is once you realize and let the fact you've been frozen for five hundred years sink in."
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"500, you say?" The teen looks down, his expression distant, "I don't even know when I am anymore. I don't really know anything."
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"Its disorienting... The last thing I can remember-" [b]He glances at the gauntlet then shakes his head[/b] [i]Never mind... But So far I haven't seen anything out of the ordinary... Threatening my safety that is, though humans are strange as they once were and always have been..[/i]
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"Well... I suppose. Where, or when I came from, humans were united against the future, and whatever it stood against. I'm sure that you've noticed, but whatever war proceeded our coming, He looks slightly exhausted at this part, "We haven't recovered from the scars. I'm beginning to think that this whole expedition is more of a means to heal wounds than an exploration of space." He looks over at you, and seems to notice your "strange" technology for the first time, "What is your name?"
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[i]My name is Orion Halva, your crew has never experienced Drestian technology I assume. You've been looking strangely at my armor for our entire conversation now.[/i]
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"No, never. Compared to you, and quite frankly the rest of 'em, I'm fairly low tech. My system was just barely interstellar when they took me. My name's Eric, Eric Cooper."
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[i]Glad to have met Cooper.. As of now the general has placed me as the medic, biologist, chemist, and historian of the ship... Seems your crew was lacking them[/i]
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"Hopefully you're the brains too, because we seem to be lacking those as well. They only know that I can fight, but I'm not a bad tactician either. Never went to college, but I had a decent formal education before I enlisted to the Academy."
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[b]He nods silently[/b] [i]Drestians of the Argum Class as myself were taught the basic principles of Chimera, or what you humans call quantum science... Strange names you have for all of these things... But like wise most of what I produce will be out of experimentation and others locked away due to the severity some of the substances I will produce hold.[/i]
