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7/1/2016 12:10:24 AM
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I gave him a look. "And xenos automatically equate Chaos? Believe it or not, most of the other races in this wide blood-soaked galaxy are in the same boat as us, just trying to survive. To a lot of them, Chaos is just another thing out to kill them, same as with us." I shrugged. "Course, the hell do I know? I'm just some stranger, pulled from his life before to try and survive in this hell hole."
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"I'll give you the benefit of the doubt friend, you're new here, you've still got a lot to learn. Xenos want us humans dead just as much as chaos does. "
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I shrugged again. "And we want them dead all the same. I'm not saying they're not a threat, just that they're a wholly separate one from Chaos." I paused. "Most of the time, anyway."
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"Never met a dark eldar then. Just mind yourself, especially around the inquisition around."
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"Fair enough." With that, I tucked back into my dinner. Seemed I was going to have to keep my thoughts to myself for a while. Hopefully I wouldn't have too much trouble with that. Hopefully.
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It proved correct, no one bothered him.
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Eventually, I sat back, my plate and bowl clean. "Thanks for the food. Mind if I crash here for the night?"
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"So long as you don't bring those xenos or cultists and if Blackburn comes in here he doesn't start anything."
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"Can do," I said. I might have said something witty, but I was tired, and had obviously already pissed this guy off enough. Best to not push him further.
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He leads him to his room and leaves him the key, and heads back down to his bar.
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I opened the door to observe my lodgings for the night.
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It was a plain room, a bed, some dressers, a chest, a chair, and a desk.
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I sighed as I locked the door behind me, finally letting the reality of my future hit me. I wasn't going home anytime soon. Upside, there was some really cool shit here, if I lived long enough to get my hands on it. Downside, there was a LOT of shit that was bound and determined to make that endeavor difficult. I shook my head to disperse my thoughts. I could consider it tomorrow. Right now, I needed sleep. I considered taking off my flak armor, but decided against it, only taking off my helmet. I'd be more prepared if something happened, and feel far more safe, if I kept the majority of it on. With that, I laid back on the bed, putting my helmet to my left and my lasrifle to my right, and shut my eyes.
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[spoiler]end?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yeah, I'll put up another opener tomorrow. Any ideas how to reconcile this version with a version without gear and with a cut in his arm?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]gear and a cut on his arm? Who was the other instance with?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]MegaMortar.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]ah, well, I'm not sure I know him. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Oh, well, might just do some weird timeline convergence thing. Because the Warp did it.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]its your Choice man. Just let me know [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Will do.[/spoiler]
