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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/14/2017 10:17:17 PM
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"Davis."
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One of the pilots looked up and jumped to his feet, extending his hand to Cylus
"This the guy, Colonel?"
"Yeah. Cylus, this is Davis. Davis meet Cylus. Davis here is part of an elite group. The 6-4."
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"Nice to meet you Davis," Cylus says, accepting the handshake and nodding respectively
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"This is the second one, Bear." Marker gestured to another pilot, who was sitting on the trunk of a tree. https://imgur.com/isqMU22 Bear simply waved at Cylus, not saying a word. "Bear don't talk much, as you can see." Davis said, shaking his head slightly
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Nodding back at Bear, Cylus greets him politely. "I would imagine that. He also part of the 6-4?" he says, turning back to Davis.
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"That's why I introduced him, yeah. Others here are various members of the Militia. Not part of the 6-4." "You guys coming to see Gates with us?" "No, we still need to resupply." "Got ya, Cylus come. We're going to meet Gates. Section commander of the 6-4." Marker turned around, walking away from the small camp "See ya." Davis said as he took a seat, with Bear simply waving again
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Cylus waves as he departs and turns to follow Marker.
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"You notice Davis' accent?" Marker asked as they walked towards the dropship that had dropped off the supplies
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"Erm, not really. I didn't pick it up, why?" Cylus asks, now curious
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"Most people don't, apparently he's got some Southern blood in him. One of his great, great, great, great, great grandfathers was a Texan on earth."
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"Ah, I'll have to listen for it when I see him next..." Cylus says. "But how many generations have you guys been off of earth as far as your timeline? Cause that sure is a lot of greats."
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Edited by Royal Blade: 6/14/2017 10:56:49 PM"We've been off Earth for about Seven generations. And to be frank, I don't even know how we wound up in this timeline. The whole IMC and Militia just got up and changed."
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Edited by BondyMilk: 6/14/2017 10:58:58 PM"Damn that's tough. And yeah, I've heard some people talking about a rift or something messing with people's timelines. But as far as I'm concerned, everything seems to have worked out for the [i]time[/i] being." Cylus says, the pun obviously for himself
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"Yeah. In a way. If we hadn't wound up here, no Alliance, no Geth. We wouldn't have you, your arc. We got so much from being here. I'm just waiting for us to lose something."
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"Don't jynx it then!" Cylus says hurriedly as if he could prevent it. Looking at the jump ship, he nods. "Is this Gates figure in there?"
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"No, she'll be at the outpost." Marker stepped onto the ramp that led into the cargo bay, but stopped. He turned to look at Cylus "It's already jinxed..." Marker said sadly as he entered the cargo bay
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Cylus stands beside Marker as they go up into the cargo bay. "If that's the case, then we'll be ready... At least I hope we will." he says grimly
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The ramp pulled upwards and closed the bay, the ship shot off into the air, Marker walked through the Cargo bay "We need -" He was cut off by the deafening sound of alarms as the bay went into a dark red colour. [i]"EMERGENCY ALERT; MILITIA TROOPS AND SHIPS BEING RECALLED. 6TH AND 7TH FLEETS ARE ENGAGED IN COMBAT. REPEAT. ALL SHIPS AND TROOPS OF THE SIXTH AND SEVENTH FLEETS ARE BEING RECALLED."[/i] The alarms came to an end, and the ship's lights returned. "Shit..." Marker whispered, stopping in his tracks. "Shit. Shit. Shit...." Marker said, turning to look at Cylus.
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"Uhh... I'm guessing this isn't a good thing?" Cylus asks alarmingly, looking at Marker.
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"Hopefully they'll be fine.... We're part of the Ninth Fleet. Not our place to get involved if they don't need us."
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"Ah okay... Is it the IMC?" Cylus asks. "Two whole fleets must be worth something."
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"Dunno, might be something worth investigating. But as of right now, we know our mission Parameters. Getting to the outpost."
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"Of course. How long is the ride?"
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"Not long, we're headed to Ko Rudo. The mountain range. So maybe five minutes." Marker walked over to one of the consoles, and tapped on the screen. "ID Confirmation: Colonel Marker, head of the fifth Battalion of the Iron Brigade, part of the Marauder Corps and the Ninth fleet." The console chirped, and he spoke again "Requesting information on the current events of the Sixth and Seventh fleets, and current events of any battles." The console chirped again, and a robotic voice spoke through the Cargo bay. [i]"Current information; Whereabouts of the Sixth and Seventh fleets- Arcturus Station Mission Parameters- Assist Alliance personnel in the battle against Cerberus troops, provide coverage to [u]Invictus[/u] and [u]Deimos[/u] crews."[/i]
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"Cerberus?" Cylus asks, leaning against a wall. "They a problem?"
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"Yeah, a pretty big one actually. Another one of the enemies we're facing."
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"Understood, I'll do my research. Will I be seeing any of them any time soon?" Ctlyd asks
