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originally posted in:The New Dojo
3/6/2017 4:42:12 AM
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[b][i][u]A(n) (Re)introduction[/u][/i][/b]
[b]An escape pod whizzed through the air, flames coating its upper hull as constant distress signal was transmitted.
Aboard the ship Was Dmitri, Russian Spetsnaz.
The pod crashed into side of mountain, and lurched to the side as it free fell downward and crashed into the valley bottom.
The signal fell dead, but a smoke plume rose up from the crash site[/b].
[spoiler]Open! Dmitri is mine now!!
Any and all interactions with Dmitri prior to this post is being deemed non Cannon![/spoiler]
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[i]Two men are camping nearby. They both stand once they notice the ruckus going on. They move to investigate the crashed pod and or help anyone inside.[/i] [spoiler]Just for clarification, this is the somehow grown up Derix, and Quiet.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler] Interesting..[/spoiler] [b]The hatch door was ripped off, revealing the interior which was a small room. [/b]
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[i]The two looked at each other, seemingly arguing without speaking. Finally, Quiet raises a hand, hinting to just playing Rock Paper Scissors like children. Derix loses, groaning more than a frustrated parent. He steps in first.[/i]
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[b]The Inside was a back room, with three seats on either side of the pod. In them sat three men, dead. He heard groaning inside the cockpit[/b]
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[i]The two rushed to the front, noting the corpses. They then see the source of the moans of pain.[/i]
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[b]There were two seats in the cockpit. The left hand seat held the pilot, who was dead The man in the right hand seat was the source of the moaning[/b]
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"Jesus.... What happened?" [i]Centrax asks to the man, hoping for an answer. Since clearly Quiet will stay silent.[/i]
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[b]The man towards the two, speaking with a thick and heavy Russian accent[/b] "Attacked ... Crew killed. Ship destroyed."
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"I'm guessing by some unknown enemy?"
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"Bandits... Buckets" [b] He was drifting and needed help fast[/b]
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"Let's get you out of here." [i]Derix and Quiet picked the man up, hurriedly getting him to their camp site.[/i]
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[b] He groaned all the way there, clearly hurting[/b]
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[i]The two checked his body for wounds, any major ones found were quickly bandaged. Unfortunately, they had no sort of pain pills. And only a very, very small bit of knowledge on healing magic[/i]
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[b]Three broken ribs, a fractured ankle and a small concussion was discovered. Minor cuts would be easily healed but he had to be taken somewhere[/b]
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[i]The small bit of healing the two knew numbed the pain and slightly fixed him. But they definitely were going back to the Dojo.[/i]
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"I am Dmitri. You have my thanks, strangers."
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"I'm Derix. My friend here is named Quiet. As you can probably tell he doesn't speak that much." [i]Quiet nods, confirming so.[/i]
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"I can make a guess, I am sure."
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"Let's get you back to the nearest settlement. There's much better healers there."
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"Certain are you?" [b]Dmitri looked at the men unsure[/b]
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"Seeing as we both have been there for a while, we know." [i]The two help Dmitri stand up, giving him support. It's easier for him because there's much less pain due to the healing magic.[/i]
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"Th- thank you." [b]The trio make way for this settlement[/b]
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Edited by Seven: 3/7/2017 7:22:30 PM[i]A while after, the three make it. Entering the still rebuilding Dojoville, they all look around. Quiet and Derix looming around for Rafael or Centrax. Hopefully the latter as Derix is not sure how to break the news to his father.[/i]
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"Where are we? This place. It looks incredible..."" [b]Dmitri marvelled at the village[/b]
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"Dojoville, and up that way, the Dojo. It is a place for warriors to train, while regular civilians can coexist."
