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Soon after, a man entered the room in a suit and tie. His hair was shoulder length and blonde, his eyes a light blueish colour. His face was fair, and he had a scruffy beard that was poorly shaved. "So. You're Poison, correct?"
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"I would say, 'Always have been!' but thats... Uhhh, not the case, but yeah! Currently, yessir I am..." Poison stated matter-of-factly...
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"Good. Can you tell me something about yourself, Poison?"
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Poison glanced at Marker before saying, "Well, ermmm... I fought under the fourth fleet when I got shot in battle... after that, I got dragged off and healed. Since then, I've been living the lives of many.." Poison took a breath, and then asked, "Is that the type of info you needed?"
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"Yes." The doctor said, simply. "What can you tell me about your experiences as a Rifleman?"
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"I, well, I didn't have many experiences... I only fought in one battle, which was the one where I got shot in the Chest..."
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"Well tell me about it. How was the battle? Chaotic?"
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Poison face grew grim as he was forced to delve deep into his memories, "Chaotic? That's the wrong word for it, it was a slaughter house... I was the last of my group, huddled in a train car..." Poisons voice took a darker tone, "One of our own pilots saw my outline in the window, he didn't hesitate, he fired off 2 bullets in my direction.... one of them hit my chest.." Poison took a deep breath, and then continued, "A field medic was running through the train, saw me, but just shook his head when he saw my condition in its whole..." He took a quick breath and then finished, "and then someone else came, injected me with something, and started dragging me off but at that point I was out cold..."
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"Do you blame the pilot for what he did?" The doctor asked, eyeing Poison
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"Not in the slightest, I would've shot 3 bullets in his position... you couldn't tell who was who in that battle, I was the idiot who decided a train car was the best plan of retreat.." Poison said this while shaking his head in dismissal...
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"Do you think you would make those same mistakes if you went back into battle?"
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"Sitting in a train car? No, I wouldn't sit in a train car... if I knew I was doomed either way, I would've tried to kill as many enemies as I could, at least help this war end a little faster..."
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"So if you were put in the same position, you would fight?"
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"Till my last breath..."
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"And what of the squadron you were with? What did they do about your injuries?"
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"My squadron? They were all gone, field medic left... I was dragged away from the battle field by an anti-Militia person...."
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"I'm not asking about what happened after, or how you were abandoned. You said you were on the train with a group, who were they?"
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Edited by medic: 6/29/2017 3:48:53 PM"Oh! My bad... It was a group of 5, including me... The names were: Ben Marick, Gunner Smith, Frank Cooks, Steven Gee, and finally, me..." [spoiler]It actually took me FOREVER to come up with those names! Ughhhhhh! I'm terrible at naming people, lol[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Lol..[/spoiler] "Did you know any of them previous to the train incident?"
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Edited by medic: 6/29/2017 6:28:49 PM"Nah, met them about two nights before, so didn't get too close with any of them..." Poison stated matter-of-factly.. "But if I had known them longer, I would have liked to get closer with them [spoiler]no homo[/spoiler] cause they seemed like guys that I would trust watching my back in a fight..."
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"Oh? And Why's that? Anything specific they did? Or just the way they were?"
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"Just the way they were, and in the brief moments of combat, I could see that they were tough fighters..."
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"What does them being tough have anything to do with them being trust worthy?"
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"Because if they are tough fighters, they're not gonna give up easily, which ended up being true..."
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"You know what happened to them? After your injuries?"