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5/8/2016 4:21:52 AM
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"My names Ryker."
He smiles a bright twinkling smile.
"Philanthropist, billionaire."
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"That's...nice to know. But I hope you know that money won't buy you a passage to freedom here. Please tell me you have something else."
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"Well..." He says with a smile. He snaps his fingers and suddenly a suit of armor flies out of nowhere and attaches to his body. It was sleek, deadly, and looked badass. "This." Inside his HUD he engages a mechanic that exposes all of the weaponry. Multiple pods of missiles, compartments containing two SMGs, an assault rifle, a folded sword, multiple other weapons. On the wrists were a rail gun and a plasma cannon. "The ASCS. All Situation Combat Suit, designed by me."
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Akron takes a step back and looks at the suit, he nodded his head in approval at the versatility of the suit. "Impressive. A bit to reliant on the suit itself for my taste, but as long as it helps no?"
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"Well I know a little bit of martial arts so I'm not completely useless out of it." He laughs, the weapons going away.
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Akron let out a small chuckle as well. "Well aren't you the warrior. Say this place is treacherous for the unprepared. Why don't we work together? It will certainly help our own benefits at the most."
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He nods, smiling. "Id like that."
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"Excellent." Akron tightened his stance slightly, ready for some form of engagement. "At this point I don't know what to do. So branch off? Look for answers?"
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"That might be a good idea..." He says.
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"Right well, I'll find you if something happens. Heh I've got your shadow." He sticks an open palm out to the flickering darkness in the ship. Molded into an open void. "On the other side." He leaped into the hole as it closed up behind him.
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Ryker smiles. He had enjoyed that interaction. Making friends was always nice.
