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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by medic:
6/23/2017 6:44:05 AM
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"Well, my childhood was rough, I ran away at the age of 11, and had to fiend for the next 10 years or so by myself... Then I heard about the Titan Wars, and came to join the Militia as a pilot..."
Poison paused for a break, before continuing, "I fought for only a month before I got a gun shot through the chest.... Theoretically, I should have died right there, as the field medic said there was nothing he could do but Jacob, indicating the body on the bed, got me out and injected me with something before I passed out,"
Poison paused for a moment, and said, "at that point, I was not Lucas anymore..." Poison nodded and said, "And now I'm Lucas again... That's my summary."
Poison then looked at his hands and asked, "anything else you wanna know?"
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"So you never actually made it as a pilot. Given your injuries. And pilot training takes a [i][i]while[/i][/i]." Marker sighed, looking at the ground "That's fine."
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Edited by medic: 6/23/2017 10:07:09 AM"yea... I didn't get that far..." Poison chuckled... "What's your plan? Continue where we left off, before this mess, or...?" [spoiler][i][i]while[/i][/i] Lol[/spoiler]
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"Tell me who Lucas Simpson was. Who... You were. I want to know." Marker leaned against the wall, gazing at Jacob's body
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Poison follows his gaze, "we should probably get that cleaned up, it's starting to reek in here and I think I might want a room change..." Poison then thought about Markers question, and asked "You mean like, what TYPE of person I was?"
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"Yeah. That. Who you fought besides, what fleet. Who did you know. Whatever you can tell me."
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[spoiler]Oh rip you're asking me tough questions, trying to do some quick research but nothing came out of it... What fleet do you think I should be in??!? I'm so confused[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]It's literally just something you can choose for yourself. BS IT "My Name is Lucas Simpson, i served under Sargeant Aaron Wilson of the 4th Fleet"[/spoiler]
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Edited by medic: 6/23/2017 7:01:31 PMPoison looked straight into Markers visor, saying, "My name is Lucas Simpson, I served under Sargeant Aaron Wilson of the 4th fleet..." [spoiler]Your wish is my command... Lol[/spoiler]
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"Aaron Wilson? Aaron Died at the Supply Depot Raid.... Along with most of the fourth fleet. I guess that explains how you were injured, and why you went M.I.A. we lost a lot of good men after that..."
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"Really?" Poison looked shocked, "Whats going on with the 4th fleet? Was it dismissed?" [spoiler]Im doing summer reading while RP, Im a legend[/spoiler]
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"Yeah it was. All of the ships that remained from the fourth fleet and any of the troops that survived were put out of commission. Placed into reserves."
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"My word... Where does that put me? The reserves?"
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"That's where it would put you, yes." Marker said shaking his head in dismissal as he got to his feet
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"Rip..." Poison said... "Ermmm...."
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"You can come out of the reserves if you so choose. I'll pull some strings."
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Poison looked relieved, "You'd do that?"
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"I could certainly try. It'd be stretching my rank but I think I can make it happen. You'll need to take a psychological exam though."
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Poison chuckled, "I think Im pretty psychologically intact, but I'll do it, it's a fair price for what you gotta do..."
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"I'd say you were. But PTSD can strike at unexpected times. You can never be too safe." Marker started towards the door. "I'll set the meeting up. Until then, Farewell."
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Edited by medic: 6/23/2017 7:30:49 PM"yep, better safe than sorry! See ya!" Poison plugged his nose, saying, "now I gotta get a different room!" [spoiler]I feel like this is the end of this chapter[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]It is! [/spoiler]
