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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/18/2016 7:32:35 PM
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"Is there any particular reason? Just to establish a presence?"
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"we're bound to assist in military matters, and with more factions showing up, we would also like to establish our presence"
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"Where do you come from? Certainly not NTR. UNSC? No that's not right..."
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"We are the Bastion, and we hail from a planet know as the Hollow. We have control of a few star systems, so you probably would not have heard of us......unless you read the papers a while back"
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"Hmm. Might be good. Here are the dojo's terms. You share any discoveries with is immediately. Impending attack, people scouting us. Whatever it maybe. You must also provide at least one armor set that you would normally give to your soldiers. These will in turn be studied, modified and duplicated." [b]He cleared his throat [/b] "You will, for no reason at all attack the dojo or any of our Allies. Is that alright with you?"
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"Unfortunately, the armor sets are made from materials we alone can furnish, so such study would be pretty useless. We understand all other terms, and will adhere to them, save if such attack comes from said allies or dojo." he said, and you had to admit, you'd never even seen this type of quality before
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"Well, if you don't mind it, we'd still like to study it. See how powerful it is what it can withstand." "Now, you will not be attacked while here everyone is friendly. Do you have any terms?"
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"Our terms are that our goods be able to be sold to the fighters of the Dojo, that we may enlist members if said member wishes, and that our weapons and armor go unstudied." He said dryly
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"Hmm. You really like your gear eh? Alright we won't be studying you. And we agree to your terms." [b]he extends a hand [/b] "Seems we are Allies? Or simply mutual. Either way."
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Galloway shook the hand "we will be posting a base not too far away in not too long." he turned without another word "Starns, Ackerson, take your half and head to the dropsite. Lamar? on me." The other three salute American style "Yes sir!" one half gets into their own transport and heads towards the site, the other half heads back into orbit, three fighters covering the site, two covering the transport
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[b]Omega turned, and walked off [/b] [spoiler]End?[/spoiler]
