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5/28/2016 12:08:17 PM
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*Mortar walks up and looks in the cryo pod, intent on finding what's in there*
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[b][i]The glass is all fogged and covered in ice, but what seem to be two release levers sit on the side.[/i][/b]
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*Mortar breaks through the ice with his dark blue katana/broadsword with green flames and pulls the levers* Let's see where this takes us
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[b][i]The top of the pod rockets off, landing a good 10 yards off. You see a man in armour, mos likely a soldier. He coughs and attempts to sit up[/i][/b]
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*Mortar walks up to the man* You okay there? You had a rough crash.
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[b][i]He gets up.[/i][/b] "Shit." He says, half stepping, half falling out of the pod. He surveys the damage "well, this'll be hard to explain to the 121st"
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The... 121st? Man, living in the Underworld 20,000 years really DOES make you blind to the outside world. *Mortar looks you up and down with blazing red eyes, then holds his hand out to shake* Name's Mortar, and you are...
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[b][i]He looks around, seeing you.[/i][/b] "Oh." [b][i]He says, and shakes it[/i][/b] "Corporal Jared Carmichael."
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*He nods upon hearing your name* You okay? You had a rough crash, and your suit looks like it took a little damage too.
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[b][i]He looks at his bud, showing its at about 15% durability.[/i][/b] "Yeah, that's true." He says, then looks around, walking over to a crate. "Alright. Okinawa, get my back. Spectre, find a vantage point and watch out. Stonewall, I want a peri-" he says, looking around "Okinawa? Spectre? Stonewall?"
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*Mortar looks around a little* If they were in the ship with you, I don't think they made it.
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"From the looks of the wreckage it was a one man fighter. They wouldn't have been with me." He says, opening the container and grabbing his guns and machete.
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Oh. Well I saw only one ship, and this place kind of jams radio and communication, so, you may be stuck here a while
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"Well, might as well find shelter. Any idea where the -blam!- I am?" He says, looking at you pistol in hand
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A place called the "Bloodwrath" Don't really ask me, I haven't been here a while. But I think that this hallway goes somewhere safe... *Mortar walks the hall, sword still in hand*
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"Hell, best shot I got." He says, and looks at you. "Air breathable here?"
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Surprisingly, yea. I know this way, this goes to my "quarters" where I have a telecommunications room
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[b][i]He takes of his helmet, revealing his face along with the eh three cross tattoos.[/i][/b] "Mind helping a soldier out? I could use that to try to find the rest of my squad."
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Of course, I could help you out. *Mortar enters a small room, having a leather cot, a modified telegram machine in the back, and a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling* Sorry, it's not much, but it'll do.
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"Hey, it'll do when your on a foreign world with no clue what's around." He says laughing a bit, checking his grenades
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True, true. *He walks over to the telegram machine* Tell me what you want out there, anyone with a certain frequency can hear it.
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"Yeah, we use a special frequency so no one can bug us." He says, walking over the to the machine, and putting his helmet on it, pulling a cord from his pocket and attaching it to his helmet and the machine
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Got it, what do ya wanna say?
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"Send out this numerical code: 4-7-1-1-8-2-4"
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*Mortar puts in what you say, and not much later, a response comes in, a bunch of numbers and symbols*
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"What's it say?" He says looking at the screen
