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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by A Stormy Dio:
3/5/2017 5:31:36 AM
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There was a hole and a lot of blood where the Warlord once was, the place beginning it crumble apart.
"Um...I think that's our cue to go!" Grunt yelled, busting though where they came to find the opening to the hole.
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[i]JT fell to his knees, a set of four black waves encompassing his arms and legs, carrying him in the air through nanites and flight as he made way towards the exit. He stood on the ground once he was on the surface, limping to his ship with his shotgun in hand. [/i]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 3/5/2017 5:38:00 AM*Grunt saw this and ran to him, providing himself support while firing off any more hostile with the Claymore Shotgun in his other hand.* "No one...gets left behind, huh?" He asks JT, a Krogan version of a smile plastered on his face.
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[i]"That's a soldier's code, we live by it brother. Now do you guys have an exfil set up or am I calling Wrex to pick you boys up?" [/i]
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A Kodiak landed right in front of them. Two Krogan Blood Pack mercs were trying to rush them; one got crushed by the Kodiak. The door opened, and a smoke came out, the Krogan was shot twice in the head, dropping dead in front of the two and Aralahk Company. "No need to; you've already given me enough. I owe you something beyond what I promised you..." Wrex thought, as he motioned for everyone to get into the shuttle.
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[i]JT entered the shuttle as well, spinning the tip of his index finger on his left hand a message was sent to his own personal ship, informing Adela to fly it to safety. [/i]
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"How about ryncol? Or Krogan beer, if you wanna try to be more Earth-like. Anyways, the stuff could kill some other species form it's power. But you? You could certantly survive a few tastes of it." Wrex says.
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[i]"Thanks, but alcohol doesn't physically affect me - Nor does it have taste, aside from whiskey. And I work for four things: Money, loot, ass and adventure. Any of those, I'll accept, but you're already paying me as it is." [/i]
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"Right. Plus, it seems that you have the loot part handled." Wrex states, noticing the M-11 Suppressor on JT. "The adventure, I don't know. And for the last request...wit, don't you have some at home?"
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[i]"Eh, hookers only get you so far. Anyways, lets just get to safety before we discuss this kind of thing, eh?" [/i]
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"Yeah...right." Wrex responds, the shuttle making its way back to the city.
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[i]JT used the time to patch his leg up with the use of a package of gauze and a series of nanites to replace the muscle and bone temporarily. When they arrived at the city, JT exited the ship, walking off like a new man. "Damn do I love civilization after a hard day of work." [/i]
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"Heh...that makes two of us." Wrex replied. "We'll get you some grub and some rest before you go. Expect Grunt over here and some Krogan over within the next couple months." He replies. [spoiler]End. :p[/spoiler]
