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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by medic:
6/21/2017 11:31:37 AM
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Poison, who had gotten into a more of a squat-like position when the countdown started, propelled backwards just in time to avoid most of the bullets, though one of them managed to create a dent in the steel at the front of his left combat boot...
Poison grimaced as a tremor sent through his whole leg and aimed for a brief second, sending out about 10 or so bullets in Markers direction...
[spoiler]What type of mag was it... You know, capacity?[/spoiler]
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"Murdered Pilot Marcus Deville." Marker sighed, reading through the rest "On a routine patrol mission, Rifleman Jackson Stone shot Pilot Marcus Deville through the back, and effectively killed him . This was seen by other members of squadron...."
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Poisons face welled up in tears... "Marker...?"
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"....Brianna Walker, Johnnie Molden, Conrad Kindall were behind Jackson when he raised his Hemlock and fired three bullets directly into the back of Pilot Deville." "The three squad mates all reported a series of disagreements that the Pilot and Rifleman had had." "Soon after his trial, Rifleman Jackson Stone went missing. Along with the three squad mates that had turned him in. No one knows what happened to these squad mates, and no one knows what happened to Jackson Stone." "It is believed however, that he broke out, murdered the others and disappeared." Marker fell downwards into a sitting position, looking at Poison.
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Edited by medic: 6/21/2017 7:46:33 PM"why?" Poison asked Marker... "I'm not him... I'm not... Please tell me this is a cruel joke..." Poison then sat up, with a renewed confidence... "And now I know... Marker, this has now begun to be a fight to prove myself, [i]prove[/i] that I'm not that evil [i]monster[/i]..." Poison paused for a moment, and added, "That is, if you even want to work with me anymore... I wouldn't blame you if you didn't"
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"Poison... Jackson... You murdered a pilot. And potentially even more than that.... How do I know that those things won't resurface? And you end up killing more Militia personnel?"
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"No." Poison snapped, "don't call me that... I'm not that evil monster... Call me Samuel, or just Poison, please?" "I don't know, i. Just. Don't. Understand. Like, why? I-I..." Poison stammered, and, promptly taking off all his weapons, slid them to Marker... Poison then looked away in shame....
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"I don't know why... Maybe he was an asshole. Maybe he treated you like shit... Who knows. It was a patrol. I don't know of what could have happened on patrol that led to that..."
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Edited by medic: 6/21/2017 8:01:13 PM"I don't know. I got most of my memories back, but there's still holes..."
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"Holes.. Who the hell gave you these holes in the first place?!"
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"That's the thing! I don't know! My real name gave me back most of my memories but there are spots that, that just seem blank!" Poison obviously looked very distressed...
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"You need to find out what happened. Until then, your training with the Militia is over." Marker rose up to his feet, shaking his head
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Edited by medic: 6/21/2017 8:55:21 PMPoison only nodded... [spoiler]Wait, how do I do that?[/spoiler]
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"If you can tell me what happened, what led to it, and why you took those actions. We'll see what we can do about giving you a new identity."
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Poison nodded once more, "I understand."
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"Now take your weapons, and go."
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Edited by medic: 6/21/2017 9:03:20 PMPoison grabbed his weapons, as well as his Exo armor and walked down the corridor... He then paused and said, "If you find a man by the name of Jacob (yaa-coob), hold him 'till I can get to him.... He is about 5.11 feet tall, has brown eyes, and jet black hair... He's the only way I can get any sort of answer, which is why'll I'll be looking for him..." [spoiler]end?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]End! [/spoiler]
