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originally posted in:The New Dojo
3/5/2017 5:10:11 AM
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[b]He felt vibrations in his pocket, someone was calling him, going off of the fact that his ringtone was going off.[/b]
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[b]The man sighed, breaking off from the crowd and answering the call[/b] "Hello?"
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[b]What he got in return was the voice of a man, cold, ruthless, and calculating.[/b] "The 'Speaker'? Pitiful name. Anyways, I have some matters to discuss with you. You, hate, the Dojo right?" [b]The answer he already knew, yet he asked anyways. The man was serious, someone who most likely held power somewhere.[/b]
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"If you can think of a better name unknown voice, than go ahead and tell it to me. As long as my name is remembered for being against this place..."
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[b]He snorted out of amusement.[/b] "Tell me, to what extent would you go to, to destroy the Dojo?"
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"I am ready to die in the name of the rebellion. In short? Anything?"
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"How about I propose a deal. I can provide firearms and the like. I need you, to drive off the UCSF, or the IF as their shorter name." [b]He paused for a bit, letting it sink in. What he was asking for was a lot.[/b] "What I can provide is nothing world ending, obvious reasons. But, I can provide weapons and provisions, and the means to rebuild Dojo as you see fit."
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"That is quite a difficult task. But we will certainly try/"
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"Good. The first shipment will be sent soon. Be at these coordinates." [b]The line went dead then, as his phone buzzed and flashed a set of coordinates: a quick search put it in the mountains south of Dojo, several hundred miles away.[/b]
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"Pack it up! We're leaving!" [b]The ground began moving, moving through the streets Some entered cars, others vans and a small caravan started toward the coordinates[/b]
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[b]It took a few days, nonstop driving and driver shifts, but eventually they made it. Once there they found the shipment already dropped. Roughly ten large crates from unknown design and origin, upon the Speaker getting closer, a one of them scanned him, then hissed and clicked as or opened up. The ten foot tall crate had scores of weapons inside, unknown make or design as well. Ranging from small arms to assault rifles. There didn't seem to be higher caliber weapons, but other materials where present. Mostly ones to make IEDs and other forms of home made explosives and weapons.[/b]
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"This is the pinnacle of our potential! We will bring the dojo to its knees!" [b]The group cheered[/b]
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[b]At that, everything would go south for the Dojo. But something much more sinister was on the horizon.[/b] [spoiler]End Try and rally others to your side I plan to divide the Dojo.[/spoiler]
