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6/14/2016 12:04:01 PM
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"The first took me some searching, we're on a ship called the Bloodwrath, and apparently it's taking us somewhere. Not sure how it works but it is. As to how you got here, that's the million dollar question, I don't know, don't know how I got here, how you got here, no one does, or at least no one is talking. There seems to be two factions on board. One calls itself the imperium, it's totalitarian and boy are they pissed off all the time, someone pisses in their Cheerios daily. The other are the warriors of chaos, cultists who love just being such upstanding citizens and sacrifices to their gods."
He said, the last part of the sentence dripping with sarcasm. It was hard to see any relevant features on the man at first but his helmet opened up as he talked to them.
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[b]The two follow mostly silently, though sometimes they bicker about something pointless... Lucien more importantly being the one to start it. He enjoyed teasing and just generally being a smartass. His sarcasm was mostly unchallenged.[/b] [i]"Hey, Boss, where have you stayed prior?"[/i] [b]He suddenly asks.[/b]
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"When, on the ship? Where I could, alcoves, hallways, empty rooms. Any place I could fortify I did. Why?" Blackburn had largely tuned the two out, they were either going to love each other or hate each other by the end of this and he didn't know which was worse.
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[i]"I'm just... Surprised. It may sound weird but this isn't actually my body. Hint, hint right? Well, I used to be a weapons manufacturer before the collapse of earth and actually had a time machine or two... What I'm trying to say is: I just haven't seen a normal functioning human in a long time."[/i] [b]He says, thoughtfully.[/b]
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"I'm not."
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[i]"Which part? Functioning or human? I count Robots and Augs as humans too. I don't judge."[/i] [i]"Unless they are not of earth, right?"[/i] [i]"I don't judge aliens and the xeno populations."[/i]
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"Biologically I am human, my DNA is the same. But I was breed for one purpose, war. I was manufactured, one of a number. Although we all look different, speak different, and fight different, we think the same."
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[i]"So, clone or test tube?"[/i] [i]Lucien asks, extremely curious.[/i]
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"Test tube."
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[i]"Damn! If only we had such technology back then. I guess that makes you younger than me..."[/i] [b]With a chuckle, Lucien throws his claws into his pockets.[/b] [i]"That's pretty cool... Sometimes I wish I was more than just a scientist..."[/i]
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"I'm 22... I think... Biologically, I've spent a lot of time in cryotubes. What happened to you, that made you as you are?"
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[i]"Uhh... I got some chemicals spilled on my body and turned into goop. I got shoved into various things by a terrorist but eventually got this mass of flesh and metal."[/i]
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"That is... Equally gross an unfortunate. I assume you've tried to return to your previous body?"
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[i]"Well. I tried recreating it, but the original was incinerated."[/i] [i]"Well, technically the organ part is still inside you."[/i] [i]"True... But those don't function well without some new additions."[/i]
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"I'm sure all you need is time and materials to experiment with. What are you now anyway?"
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[i]"Better to leave it to the imagination..."[/i] [b]He shrugs, the humor dying away. Clearly a difficult subject. Even his companion looked on with sympathy... But it was clear he just wanted to be over it.[/b] [i]"I mean, at least I'm now unique."[/i]
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"I meant what do you do? As in job, I didn't mean to open that can of worms." He said apologetically.
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[i]"Oh..."[/i] [b]If Lucien could blush he would. He clenched his fist at his stupidity and grit what was left of his teeth.[/b] [i]"I now work as a protector of sorts. No pay... I just kinda go around and help people in trouble. Call it lame... But I do still do engineering and chemistry on the side."[/i]
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"Well, it sounds like you enjoy it, so what then hell does it matter what I think?" He turned to the woman. "And what's your story?"
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[i]"Once upon a time, I did some stuff."[/i] [i]"She won't say... I don't know either if it's any consolation."[/i]
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"One of those people then? Suit yourself, I was just trying to be friendly." He turned back forward and activated a holomap. It rose from his hand and he examined their path, and projected destination. The blue light flickered and he banged the projector against his armor until it worked. He nodded and rose again, concealing it once more in his gear.
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[i]"Uh... What was that?"[/i] [i]Lucien asks, slightly concerned.[/i]
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"Map." He answered simply, looking at the crossroads before them. "Trying to figure out which way to go. This way follow me." He said walking off.
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[i]"Yeah... Got the map part..."[/i] [b]Lucien mumbles before continuing to follow.[/b] [i]"How far are we, exactly?"[/i]
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" 3 klicks. An hour of travel with some stops for water or food. Provided we don't get side tracked."
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[i]"Right... Time and shit. Well, not like we have anything else to do. Though, you got to admit that this is a quiet place..."[/i]
