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"To Harmony we go, my friend." The dropship lifted off, boarding a larger Militia ship that was in orbit of the planet. The ship entered FTL quickly, it's destination, Harmony. "You got some time to kill if you want to look around or something."
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"anything worth looking at first?"
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"Not really. Mostly just your ordinary ship. Mess hall, armoury, etc. You could find the rec room though."
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"the rec room sounds interesting...." Poison said, looking around the ship...
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"Here- *YAWN* -I'll take you to it." Marker said, stepping off the dropship and walking through the hangar. They passed by Titans, Reapers and other various ships
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Poison inspected the vehicles from afar and asked, "What kept you awake?"
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"Pilot Cylus, actually. Along with two staff sergeants. Working on inter dimensional travel."
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"ahh, okay." Poison said, still inspecting the vehicles...
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"Do people actually pilot Reapers?"
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"No, the Reapers are programmed with ARTIFICIAL intelligence. So they're more like drones."
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"ah, okay..." Poison replied, looking the Reapers up and down
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"You bothered by something?" He asked, glancing over at Poison
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"no, just a lot to take in."
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"Get used to it. This is the Frontier Militia, after all."
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"that's true, that's true..." Poison said
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"You alright?" Marker asked, coming to a stop
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"yes. Why do you ask?"
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"You seem zoned out." Marker said, before starting to walk again
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"sorry, just going back through all that has happened in my life..." Poison said, keeping pace with Marker...
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"You mean after you disappeared?"
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"Well, all of it, my life before I disappeared, after my rebirth, the life of a murderer, and my life now..."
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Marker stopped, only a few feet from the hallway "Look around you, Poison."
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Poison looked around like he was told.
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He grunts, Pilots, mechanics, fighter pilots, a few dozen men around. "Every single one of these men has a wicked Backstory. None of them have innocent Blood."