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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart:
6/18/2016 5:16:54 PM
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He raises his right hand, signaling for Traliks to wait for a bit.
He then lowered his hand after about half the bottle was empty, and pulled the bottle away from his lips, the helmet sinking back down to cover his face.
He then takes a very deep breath, and says,
"Aethald. Aethald Shrios."
English
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[i]"Well then, Aethald, good to meet you!"[/i] He chuckles.
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"Pleasure to meet you, Traliks!" The man grins behind his helmet, finding the Kell's company rather pleasant - though that was not the only reason as to why he grinned. He also remembered his booze back at the General Quarters.
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[i]"I suplose you're not the only imperial on board, are you not?"[/i]
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"No, no, no, no. By far not. I arrived in a drop pod, with a whole squad of Black Templars, but they were wiped out." He pauses for a bit. "But! There is a camp thing nearby. Basically every Imperial on this ship is there."
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[i]"Great. Suppose I should drop by and say hello."[/i]
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"It would certainly boost morale, I bet. Though we won a rather large battle pretty recently, so morale isn't really a problem."
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[i]"Really? Shame I missed it."[/i]
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"Nah, you would have ended it before I even got there, and that wouldn't have been any fun!" He chuckles, the booze starting to kick in.
