originally posted in:The New Dojo
"Nonya."
he said, shrugging
the Titan spoke up
[i]"Identify."[/i]
English
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"Who are you? What's your regiment? And where the hell are the others? [b]The man In front asked, ignoring the Titan [/b]
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"Who are you? What's your regiment? And where the hell are the others? [b]The man In front asked, ignoring the Titan [/b]
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The pilot shrugged again "I just grabbed this gear from Angel City." the Titan repeated [i]Identify[/i]
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"Pilot Marker, Fourth Fleet. Serving under Seargent Pilot Jack Cooper, and Admiral Ryan Summers."
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"That rifleman or someshit? huh." He laughed "I'm William Smith, this is AL-8922" The titan responded [i]"Hello"[/i]
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"Yeah that Rifleman that saved the entirety of the Militia almost. Good to meet ya, William." [b]Marker extended a hand to shake [/b]
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He shook it, getting off his Titan "So, lemme guess, you want me to join?"
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"No. Not really, I was just passing through with these guys when we saw the Titan. Thought we'd check it out." [b]He gestured to the four grunts, who had moved along, entering a café [/b]
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"hmph. The hell's the Militia doing here?"
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"It's a key location, considering we have a strong number of allies here. The Alliance, Geth, Turians, hell even a mercenary crew."
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"Apex Predators? how the hell did you convince Blisk to help?"
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"Not them. Another Merc crew, non Titan pilots."
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"Gotcha" he sighed, and the Titan's optical cluster tilted at the pilots
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"That's all really. Try not to cause too much trouble, alright?"
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"I won't be the one starting any fights."
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"Good. Hope to see you around, Pilot."