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6/16/2016 10:19:51 PM
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"When, on the ship? Where I could, alcoves, hallways, empty rooms. Any place I could fortify I did. Why?"
Blackburn had largely tuned the two out, they were either going to love each other or hate each other by the end of this and he didn't know which was worse.
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[i]"Are you alright?"[/i] [b]She asks, pacing towards him and placing a delicate hand on his shoulder.[/b] [i]"I'd prefer it if you didn't die. Lucien is find of you."[/i]
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He chuckled, and motioned down to his hands. "Apart from the new hole in me I'm fine. You wouldn't happen to have painkillers would you? Or maybe some sort of bandage, those... Things got my medkit."
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[i]"Lucien has bio repair gel. Don't die for like... Three minutes."[/i] [b]She scampers off, only to return minutes later with a decent sized canister of black gel like liquid.[/b]
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"My hero." He said sarcastically. "You know, I can't get a read on you, either of you two. Most anyone else I can predict what they're going to do. But you two, are different."
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[i]"Cool. Now drink up. This stuff can fill a hole, metaphorically... And literally."[/i] [b]She extends the vial down to the marine, waving it slightly.[/b]
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He drank the liquid.
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[b]The texture is like liquid rubber, and the taste is like sucking on a penny... But, it works, slowly filling the gap in his body and repairing lost tissues. Quite the miracle juice.[/b] [i]"It's Lucien's own inventions. Useful stuff. You good now? This place gives me the creeps."[/i]
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He laughed at her discomfort, standing, but she could tell he wanted to leave just as much as she did. "So you do feel. I was beginning to wonder. Ladies first." He said gesturing to the hole.
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[b]She rolls her eyes and crawls through, and upon reaching the other side finds Lucien on the ground, only half-conscious.[/b] [i]"Dammit. He looks like he's ready to topple over."[/i]
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He makes his way through behind her, and falling out of the hole. He stood and looked around. "Well we can't stay here. Help me carry him, the hall will have to do."
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[i]"Uh-uh. I can still move. Unless you two can miraculously carry two tons."[/i] [b]Lucien remarks, getting to his feet with a grunt.[/b] [i]"Did the gel work?"[/i] [i]"Yes, Malform... It worked."[/i]
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"Between the two of us we should be able to, but if you can walk let's go. Not the time for this. Out the door and go further down the hall. Move!"
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[b]Lucien moves as told, the woman following behind. Though, in this state, Lucien was more like a drone simply taking orders than a functioning 'human'.[/b]
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The marine found them small alcove in the ship, probably a maintenance section. He searched it and activated his helmet's thermal vision, then it's heartbeat sensor. He made sure nothing was going to attack this time. He motioned for them to enter and set up camp.
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[b]Lea did so, using tarp and mangled crates to build a make shift tent while Lucien uses a lighter to start a fire using bones he seemed to pull right out of thin air... He immediately tips over and lays still, only the rise and fall of his chest showing any sort of life.[/b]
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Blackburn pulled something from his pack, a syringe. He uncapped it and injected it. Suddenly he shivered and felt wide awake. He sat facing the entrance of the alcove.
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[b]Lea throws a tarp over Lucien like a blanket and wakes towards the marine.[/b] [i]"This is where I split off... Give him two hours and he'll be back up in no time."[/i]
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"Alright, I'll make sure he gets to the haven. Good luck where ever you're going."
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[b]Without another word, she walks off, disappearing from sight and leaving Lucien to his gentle breathing.[/b]
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The marine shook his head, he did not want to be the one to tell Lucien his friend left him. He waited for Lucien to wake up already having a plan of action.
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[b]A mere hour passes instead of the predicted two, and Lucien suddenly shoots up.[/b] [i]"En garde?!"[/i] [b]He looks around and realizes his situation, sighing and tapping his helmet.[/b] [i]"Why can't my French dreams have romance...?"[/i] [b]He chuckles and turns to the marine.[/b] [i]"You okay...? How long have I been out?"[/i]
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"One hour twenty two minutes, fifteen seconds. I'll live, let's get the hell out of here. I'm not sure we're alone anymore." He said facing outwards.
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[i]"Damn... Overslept. My bad. Alright. Let's get going."[/i] [b]He says, throwing off his tarp and getting to his big metal feet.[/b]
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The marine rose in a fluid motion and moved forward. He cleared the hall the motioned for him to join. "Projected time was over two hours. Not late at all." It was clear something was following them, but what was unclear. "Act natural, start up a conversation, I can keep track of it but it may think we don't suspect it."
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[i]"Generally, I prefer motorcycles. Anything that flies make me sick. Maybe it's a fear of heights. But... Tanks are also claustrophobic."[/i] [b]He says, nonchalantly... If facades were godlike, his would be perfect.[/b]
