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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/10/2016 4:27:52 AM
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[i]"I can do both. Just need schematics and time."[/i]
[b]Damien dusted off his pants and gave a thumbs up, armor flexing slightly as the joints released pent up pressure.[/b]
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JT's armour googled schematics, because it's 2016 on Tatakai and if we have Starbucks, we have Google. "And got 'em, should I send them to ya?"
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[i]"Yeah... I have an open channel on me most of the time. Send it there and I'll get it built up nice and quick."[/i] [b]Damien nods to himself, turning towards what was left of their battle space.[/b] [i]"I'll also find someone to clean this up... Besides myself."[/i]
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"No worries, I got a few maintenance men from upstairs." JT chuckled to himself and pointed to the skies above as a massive ship uncloaked itself, two miles long but only looking like a few inches from a distance. "I used to run them, only work with the group that owns it now but they treat me like a leader."
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[i]"Welp... Can't say I've got a cruiser... But that certainly makes pills easier..."[/i] [b]Damien raised an eyebrow under his helmet, the interface stuttering suddenly. The facial movements contorted the devices thought process and forced it to rethink its position, but in its damaged state it didn't function properly.[/b] [i]"Well... Guess if you got clean up under control, I'll get to work with gear... Dividends cleared right up."[/i]
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[i]"Alright dude," said the cowboy as a green attack helicopter swung low overhead, and a fast rappel was dropped down for the man who was still in his armour. The helicopter... Big didn't even describe it, and when JT grabbed the rope, it had a hard time even holding him up, but he eventually flew away. ((End))[/i]
