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5/27/2016 2:47:38 AM
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She blushes.
"Oh thanks... It was my grandmothers name..."
She says with a giggle.
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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?"
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"I've been here for about three weeks. I've been focusing on trying to save as many people as I can."
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"Alright... We need to find out why people are coming here... And we need to stop it." He says firmly.
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"Agreed. I haven't made much progress, but it seems the Summoner might be behind this. Remember him?"
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"Of course... How could I forget." He says with a laugh.
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"Indeed. He's here, and he's having a little family reunion by the looks of it. Noiratrom, Sarris-Sanguine, Roboute Guilliman... we have some big players on board."
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Ryker grunts. "Something big is happening."
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"Indeed. And I think we'll be forced to play a role in it, wether we want it or not."
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He nods. "Agreed... So what's the next move."
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"Well, you may not like the sound of it, but we sit and wait. That's all we can do. Luckily for us, the imperials and heretics have, for the most part, agreed to a cease-fire. Some of them, though, don't respect it and keep attacking us. But we're well defended enough to ward off any major offensive."
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He nodded. "Sounds good.."
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"Yep. What happened to you?"
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"Well I woke up, wandered around, then Garret found me, kicked my ass because I didn't know what weapons he had, and was taken aback by the fact he knew my name and was wearing an ASCS." He pauses. "Then I barely escaped, I think he let me... And then I made my way here."
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"Wait wait wait. Rewind. Garrett? Who's that?"
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"Insane guy who almost killed me. He wants to kill because of collateral damage caused by me... It accidentally killed his mother and wife during the invasion of Harbinger.." He says with a sigh.
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"Well, I'm pretty sure Harbinger tried to kill everyone. That guy needs to get his priorities straight."
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"He's just looking for someone to blame... I'm sure we all would." He pauses. "And besides-" He's cut short by a very strange occurrence... The remnants of his armor... Begins to move? No, they were. They began slowly moving towards a center mass, eventually lifting up and forming a very rudimentary suit of armor. The cracked helmet lit up with two red eyes. It stood at the other end of the room.
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Eleanor raises her eyebrow. "Well that's odd."
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It slowly begins limping towards them, making an odd, eerie, creaking noise. Eventually it spoke, a very scratchy, and disturbing noise. "You..." It's feet dragged he heavily across the ground "Ryyyyker..."
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Eleanor aims her hellgun at it, not waivering. "Identify yourself."
