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Edited by Shadlezz:
5/26/2016 4:44:06 AM
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[spoiler]thank you, man.[/spoiler]
He smiles. She smelled good. He slowly breathes in her scent as they walk.
They reach the door to the medical wing, and he steps in.
"Here, I'll try and find you an unoccupied room."
After a bit of searching, he finds one, putting her down on a bed.
"Erm... do you mind if I change a bit?"
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She quickly showers, she always did. She dries off and puts on a plain white shirt and some black leggings. She was surprised they had those... She then makes her way over to the men's showers, waiting outside. She didn't feel safe... And she wanted Tulleesh to come out, so she waited. Eventually she got antsy enough. One peek wouldn't hurt. She wouldn't see anything. She just peeked in the entryway.
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Tulleesh was standing with his back against the wall, eyes closed. The water was rushing down his tattooed body. He was carefully washing his horns. The water furled down his chiseled pecks, his abs and down his handsome man tool. It was fairly large, about seven inches, and that's only when it wasn't erect. It then cascaded down his muscled legs, following the mapping of his thighs and calves, down to his feet. A separate stream of water trailed down his scaled tail.
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She squeaks, covering her eyes and pulling back. She sure hope he didn't see her. "Oh my god... That was so stupid!"
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His eyes were closed, so he didn't see her. After some time, the water comes to a halt. He dries himself up, gets dressed back in his monk clothes and walks out of the showers, noticing she was there. "Oh! Hello, Monica. Have you been waiting for me?"
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She turns Crimson. "What? Uh.. Uh Y-yes! I have." She says, stammering.
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Meanwhile, on the outer perimeter. The scion patrol continued its sweep of the perimeter.
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The man could feel their presence, he raises his hands in a show of peace, approaching where they were walking.
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They noticed him, raising their weapons as a precaution. [i]"Halt! Who goes there?"[/i]
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"It's... Ryker.. Evans." Ryker collapses as he uses his last energy to speak that loud.
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[u]"Oh shit, I think it's the boss' man!"[/u] Two of them rush to his side, lifting him up and carrying him. [u]"He's got sever punctures, broken bones, fractures and a minor internal hemorrhage."[/u]
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Ryker was unconscious, having been shot multiple times by Angel rounds that shredded his armor. This suit was totaled, he'd need another one. It sparked, pieces fell off every now and then and the joints would lock ever so often. "G...Garret..." He says, while still unconscious.
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[u]"We're gonna have to cut that suit open."[/u] They rush him into an emergency room.
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They wouldn't have to worry as soon as they set him on the table it falls apart, crashing down on the floor.
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[u]"Well then, takes care of that."[/u] The medics immediately begin operating on him, treating his wounds.
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Slowly but surely they fix him up, patching all his wounds. After the procedure was done... He awoke on the table as they put the last stitches in.
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After he awoke, there were only two people in the room. The medic, and his wife.
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"Ellie!" He says, trying to sit up but crying out in pain, laying back down.
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[u]"Don't try to stand. Your wounds are still fresh."[/u] Eleanor stands up from her chair, walking to his bed. She kneels next to him, a smile on her face. "Fancy meeting you here."
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He laughs. "At least I know you're safe." He says with a calm smile.
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"Safe? Please, Ryker, I'm the one who should worry about your safety! You haven't been assaulted by cameras in the last hours! Aren't you dying?!" She says, joking. She laughs.
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He laughs. "Well... I'm a wanted man by everyone I guess..." He sighs, growing serious. "A man named Garret did this to me. He's powerful... He has somehow obtained the weapon blueprints for Angel, and even turned it into a fully automatic weapon... You can see what it did."
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"Well then. We have weapons that can match it. He is just one man, after all. If he assaults this place, there is no chance in hell he survives. This place is pretty much the safest on this ship."
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"True... I guess I can rest easy for now." He says with a smile.
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"Indeed. So we have time to work up a strategy."
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"So what have you been doing...?" He says. "Also how long have you been here?"
