originally posted in:The New Dojo
"Thanks, Coop. I owe ya."
[i]She walks into the tent casually.[/i]
"Is there a Seth here?"
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[b]A man stood over a table, yet strangely enough didn't look much like a pilot. He faced Emma, and nodded slightly [/b] [i]"Aye. Seth Jensen. Special Forces." [/i] [b]He stood tall and extended his hand towards Emma [/b] "[i]Who might you be lassie? "[/i]
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[i]Emma takes his hand and shakes it firmly.[/i] "I'm Emma Gretzky. I was hoping to get a battery for my Northstar."
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[i]"Battery... Battery." [/i] [b]He looked at the table, which was literally covered in batteries. He grabbed one, and shook slightly. It turned a bright green and he handed it out towards her [/b] [i]"There ya go. You new around here?" [/i]
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[i]Emma hooks it on her back before looking back at the man.[/i] "Yeah, I am. Why do you ask?"
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[i]"Ya just have that look. Know what I mean?" [/i]
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"Yeah, I guess I would. Hey, any ammo for a Kraber?"
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"[i]Ya'd have to ask the gun guy. I'm just good with batteries. Sorry. "[/i]
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"Thanks for the battery anyways." [i]She walks out of the tent and looks around.[/i]
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[b]There were many Pilots and Rifleman around. Though a tent did catch her eye. A small line of four stood in front of the entrance, waiting [/b]
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[i]Em walks up to the line and pokes the guy in the back on the shoulder.[/i] "What's this line for?"
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[b]The guy turned around, wearing standard Rifleman gear [/b] [u]"Guns and ammo." [/u] [b]Two men stepped out of the tent, and two more went in [/b]
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[i]Emma stays in line and waits.[/i] "Thanks, rifleman."
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"[u]Yeah"[/u] [b]After a few minutes, Emma entered the tent and there stood a man, staring at magazine while loading it [/b] "[i][u]Name's Marker. Anything you need. Just ask. "[/u][/i]
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"I'm Emma Gretzky. I was looking for some magazines and rounds for my Kraber."
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[i][u]"Sniper? Ah. Interesting choice" [b]He walked over to the other end of the tent, and picked up a second magazine. He put the first down while loading up the first [/b][/u][/i] [i][u]"One"[/u][/i] [b]He tossed it to Emma [/b]
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[i]She catches it and pockets it.[/i] "Interesting? I guess you could say that. Not a lot of pilots are capable of wielding one and remaining useful."
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"[i][u]Exactly! It's so unfortunate seeing such wonderful weapons wasted away. "[/u][/i] [b]He tossed another mag towards her[/b] [i][u]"Two"[/u][/i]
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[i]She catches it and pockets it.[/i] "I know, right? Krabers are amazing."
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"[i][u]Definitely have potential..."[/u][/i] [b]Another mag [/b] [i][u]"That's three. You have any on you, you'd like refilled?" [/u][/i]
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"Yeah." [i]She tosses one to him that's completely empty.[/i] "I got into a little trouble."
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[b]He nodded as he started loading it up[/b] [i][u]"How many Mags you looking for?" [/u][/i]
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"The two you gave me are fine, thanks." She looks around the tent.
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[b]The tent Had bullets, with a string going through the core hung up around it. It was rather larger, unlike what it seemed from the outside and the other end seemed to be a few dozen feet away if anything. The right hand side, had a table with gunpowder, bullets, casings. The left side contained a few rugs, with guns on them. Krabers, Cars, Even the Sidewinder [/b] [i][u]"Three actually." [/u][/i] [b]He said as he tossed the last one to her [/b]
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Em catches and pockets the last one. She nods to the man. "Thank you, sir."
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[i][u]"Will there be anything else with that?" [/u][/i]