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3/4/2016 4:40:31 AM
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[i][Oh, for Vulcan's Mercy! Does everyone on this blasted ship live under a rock?][/i]
His servos audibly tense and relax in frustration.
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 3/4/2016 4:58:02 AM*he turns back to Quickblast "Well he's rude."-Man "Yeah. He is some kind of Ignus-whatchamacallit."-Quickblast "Ignus?! Wow. It seems like all the stories of Exalin are true now. Makes me wish I knew them longer."-Man
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He lets out an audible sigh, apparently doing breathing exercises— or at least, the machine equivalent. [i][That aside, I'm surprised nobody's tried to kill me yet. Didn't the Phantom fellow fit the cruiser with a sensor radar after Exalin?][/i]
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 3/4/2016 4:59:48 AM"It's a different ship from...wait a minute. You knew Phantom? You actually met the original Exalin crew? Who the heck is this guy?"-Man "He calls himself Cain. Some kind of diplomat. Anyway, how is the crew treating you, Silver?"-Quickblast "Well. I haven't had an attempt on my life yet, so that's a good sign. Especially with all the Federation soldiers on this ship. I'm surprised I haven't had to kill any of the crew yet...to defend myself, of course."-Man(Silver)
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[i][[b]WAS[/b] a diplomat. Now... I don't know what to do.][/i] He stands in silence, before groaning with his hand to his face. [i][Are you looking for... Recruits?][/i] He grunts out the last part, as if it physically hurts to even mention.
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 3/4/2016 5:07:08 AM"Yeah. Pretty much. Do you know how to fight? Because that would be useful, considering half the team hasn't been in a major battle."-Silver *Quickblast steps out of his fighter and starts unloading boxes from the cargo hold of his ship
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[i][Twelve billion years of experience and counting, lad. Comes with the perks of lording over Space and Time itself.][/i] His tone is boastful and haughty, and he puffs out his chest slightly.
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"Okay. I guess that will have to do, for now."-Silver *he turns to Quickblast "What are you unloading?"-Silver "Weapons, armor, equipment, files, the last of your project. Usual stuff."-Quickblast *he continues to unload crates, as Silver scans Cain
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[i][You [b]GUESS?[/b]][/i] Silver is met with the exact same scans as the ship— a multitude of different parts, both living and nonliving. [i][I've been around longer than this damn knot in Space-Time, and you [b]GUESS[/b] it's good enough?][/i]
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 3/4/2016 5:30:43 AM"Just because you are really old doesn't mean you are ready for what is in this time."-Silver "Plus, you don't really seem that scary, if that is what you are trying to do. You just seem like a self centered brat, with a walnut for a brain."-Quickblast *Silver lightly slaps Quickblast's shoulder "Quickblast, that was too far."-Silver
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[i][You... I could call hellfire down upon you, were my fuel reserves not so damn low...][/i]
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 3/4/2016 5:37:20 AM"I'd like to see you try."-Quickblast *Silver steps in between Quickblast and Cain, facing Cain "Sorry about his behavior. Quickblast can be very competitive at times. You seem like you need some help. Would you like me to help you re fuel? What do you use as a fuel source?"-Silver
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[i][A full tank would require a solid metric ton of Exotic Matter. However, seeing as I plan on replacing this chassis in the near future, and do not require seven billion years to do so, I will only require a pound.][/i] He speaks fast and jittery, glancing over Silver's shoulder at Quickblast.
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"I'll make the arrangements."-Silver *Quickblast takes a few more crates and unloads them, barely glancing up at Cain
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Cain stands around for a brief moment before giving a sigh and reaching for a crate. [i][Where do these go?][/i]
