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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/17/2017 6:39:40 PM
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"[b]I had the same thing happen to me.[/b]"
Ginger pulled out his Pulsar-MSe Pulse Rifle and, inspired by the Warlock, checked it for battle damage. His drawn-out engagement with the Cabal had stained the brightly-colored weapon with black, oil-like fluid, that caused the red martian sand to stick to the weapon. He sat down on a nearby rock, and began to clean the weapon off, with practiced precision.
"[b]I just got off of Mars. Suddenly there was a flash of light... And I came here. Wonder if whatever it was that brought the two of us here was the same thing.[/b]"
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"Well, I guess we're sticking with you." The Warlock stated "Strength in numbers." His Ghost just sat there, quiet
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"[b]Right... Well, I was hoping that you knew where to go, 'cause I don't know when or where we are.[/b]" Ginger finally brushed the last of the grime off of his weapon, a pool of blackness oozing out near his feet. Avoiding it, he stood up, and pointed at the Dojo's gate in the distance. "[b]Figure that place wouldn't be a bad place to start.[/b]"
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The Ghost shook its head [i]Too many anomalies. We've detected everything from a Guardian's light, to hardlight, plasma, ballistics, and unknown energies.[/i]
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"[b]So its inhabitants are dangerous?[/b]" Ginger asked the Ghost quizzically, a tinge of tension entering his voice.
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[i]More than likely. Caution is advised.[/i] The Warlock loaded his gun "Ready?"
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"[b]Yeah... Let's go.[/b]" Ginger locks and loads, and gets ready to follow the Warlock.
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He lead the way, raising his gun "Check every direction."
