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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/14/2017 3:27:33 PM
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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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Edited by Royal Blade: 7/14/2017 4:20:35 PM[url=https://imgur.com/a/DjzKC]Titans,[/url] [url=https://imgur.com/28PctWn]dropships, [/url] [url=https://imgur.com/AgcWOXq]and Reapers[/url] were throughout the hangar, with Grunts and pilots walking around as well, with mechanics and fighter pilots
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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."
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Poison nodded, "I understand."
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"You are not alone, Lucas. You never will be."
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Poison shook himself... "You know what. You're right, thanks..."
