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<center>*~The Rising~*</center>
The deep silence of space was almost unnerving for some, the distant shine of suns, the crescent moons and planets winding all a slow pace, hiding stars barely visible. Nothing but the peace and quiet of the abyss, the darkness of deep space was winding, spiraling into the nothingness, going on and on for infinity, an endless tide of empty and uncharted sectors, zones and areas.
But riding the shadows of space lingered a craft, the pinnacle of human engineering at its best, at least, from the distance. The ship floated silent, engines at full capacity, trails of light and some already loose metal from its sides scattered with its silent approach, the shadow of a distant moon in its wake, protecting its bulky form from the sights of the systems sun. The ship up close looked to be two or three ships melded into one, a sleek half oval shaped front end, the vision screen closed and protected with a mirror visor, the four engines laying on each side giving it the appearance of an insect with how the engines were placed. The back end of the ship however was bulky, a docking bay and loading bay. The craft was built to salvage and collect ruins, against the sides of the ship were pulling claws and arms, all remote controlled as it looked.
The ship was silent as it moved, quiet in its trail along the abyss, the light of the sun finally shimmering across its dark grey shape, its long form revealing in the sun, dark grays and browns scattered across its hull. Within the ship was much the same, rusted and old grey metal, a good six separate room compartments for the crew with a medical bay towards the front pilot cabin, one level below that was the rest and recovery rooms, the mess and also the supply bays. At the back end of the ship, it was all business, a massive docking bay supplied with all the tools needed to take parts of broken ships, stations and anything that caught the working trail of a salvage crew.
Traveling into the deep confines of space was no easy task, each of the crew members would sleep for days within their rooms designated cryo chambers. The captain would be the first to awake. As always.
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"Stasis complete."
"2320 / 2 / 12 - Date Recorded"
Those were the scattered green words that flickered across the screen of the monitor. The small metal room suddenly lit up, revealing a small assortment of desks, a chair or two and a main computer... instead of a bed was a cooling chamber... or so called, the Cryo chamber. The ice had already warmed, the insides of the machine flickering as the ice slowly began to rise up from its locks. Within the chamber were simple cloths and comforters, cushioning the older man that was Captain Roland Case. Without too much trouble he leaned out, picking up the small black watch waiting for him on the table, fastening it to his wrist and looking over the ticking numbers, for a moment he remained quiet, regulating his breathing and lowering his head. The cold bleak room gave him a colder appearance then he really was. His grey spiky hair, white short beard and mustache, his skin was pale and old, clearing showing his age.
It only took him a few moments to compose himself, zipping up his uniform, a pale grey working officer suit, no metals of course, considering his job. Roland soon enough exited the room and into the corridor, looking out and long the bay doors for a moment before throwing his arm out and pressing a small node button on the side of his doorway. Soon enough the darkened metal halls lit up, flickering fluro lights burning on and lighting up every corner and dark crevice of the ship. Soon enough the churning of new engines came into play, lights flickering on, the automatic pilot coming to a halt as the captain strolled down the metal railed hallway, looking to each door of the rooms to his sides, before passing up into the cockpit.
The room seemed to light up immediately after entry, his stance not changing as he soon took a seat at the very front of the deck, placing his arms on the sides of the thickened chair, leaning into the screen slightly. Three view screens flickered up, one simply static while the others began to boot up.
Roland leant his hand up and scratched his grey beard and took a moment to rest his eyes on the new words slipping down the screens. The main deck seemed quiet for now, a silent cold stretching through each and every corner of its dull and cold shape. The Captain took a deep breath and pulled his hand through the collar of his uniform, pulling up a solid plastic card, sliding his arm down and letting the card slither through its entry slot. A blinking red line of words began to flash across the transparent monitor,
"Activate warming vent, unlock all Cryo chambers." he spoke up finally, his voice echoing the deep rumble of the engines, "Rise and shine boys and girls, its a beautiful morning out in no-mans land, and your missing it" he spoke out over the loud speakers, his gruff voice throughout every room of the craft, through all its sleeping cabins and further. More lights began to flicker on, lighting up the deepest corridors, the under decks and even the lower engine and pipe corridors. The Captain leant back in his chair, pulling up a small metal container. The long brown cigar he pulled from it was thin and smelled of something quite unpleasant. Within a moment or two it was lit and sending clouds of smoke through the flickering monitors, a sigh breathing through his lips as he came to stand up once more,
"Location?"
"Servus Sector, 5 systems from Terra. Closest planet-side is Azo345, Azo346. No populated settlements in range. Battle area between the Federate and The Servus initiate is one hour from our current location" came the female voice of the ships AI interface, "Would you like me to connect to location Captain"
"Go ahead Sev" the captain replied, stretching his arms up and puffing out a cloud of smoke.
"Front and center crew, I want everyone in the briefing room in ten minutes, we have an hour to get to where we are going and that's when the money making gets good" he spoke out over the loud speaker again, turning his back as he made his way back out and towards the meeting room.
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The move has been completed successfully! Everything appears to have survived the move just fine, but if anyone finds a broken link or anything else that doesn't work as it should, please make a post in Away from the Woods to let me know, thank you.
RP News: ~November 19th 2015~ (Old RP News)
There is no current plot. The forests welcome new travelers within these lands.
Event Status: Not Active (each accepted character allowed to RP in multiple RP threads)
RP Season: Summer
This means everything is green, flowers are everywhere, and the shining sun creates a need for shady shelter on the warmest days.
The Rising (Closed) (Violence/Mature)
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She hated the Cyro chambers.
Spending weeks or months in suspended animation, frozen, and for all but a few life signs dead to the world. Zandra hated the blasted thing, though it was useful rather then spending weeks and months traveling, bored stiff, and running out of supplies and unfortunately for the rest of the crew she normally awoke rather crabby and down-right ornery from Cyro sleep.
Zandra stepped out of the chamber, stretching herself up from being stiff inside of the sarcophagi like piece of equipment. She was already dressed, but Zandra changed out of her more comfortable clothing and into her work ‘duds’ which consisted of a pair of overalls, steel toed graviton boots, a skin-tight enviro suit, with her uniform jacket wrapped around her waist and a heavy pair of gloves. Her belt went around her waist with her tools and she spun her plasma stick around her hand before sliding it into its place like the old western shooters. Once that was done she tied back her shoulder-length long hair and stopped long enough to check on Socks. The ship was able to care for him while they were in Cyro sleep, but she always worried about him. Socks was her pet ferret and was perfectly happy, but happier still when she picked him up for a moment to scratch him on the back of the head.
Zandra’s room was scarcely funished. She had a work desk where she kept track of her days work on her computer, com station, bed, and wash closet. Speaking of her bed Zan set Socks down in his cage again and unfolded her bed from the Cyro chamber and set a few things up for after the days work. She’d be too tired afterwards to mess with it.
“This is irritating, we get ten minutes to get up out of Cyro sleep and then we have to book it to the meeting room. Oh well, it’s worth it I suppose, we get paid better then some of those morons up the political ladder.” Zan normally grumbled for a while after waking up, but thankfully that wasn’t her normal disposition.
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Once Zan made it to the meeting room she walked in, found her chair, sat down and put her feet up on the table while she waited. Her eyes were itching and she rubbed them, surprising a yawn. With a twist of her neck a soft crack broke the silence of the room. There were a few people here and when everything started she’d take her feet off the table, but until then she was gonna lean back and rest her eyes. She wasn’t tired per-se, but her eyes were trying to get use to being open.
Spending weeks or months in suspended animation, frozen, and for all but a few life signs dead to the world. Zandra hated the blasted thing, though it was useful rather then spending weeks and months traveling, bored stiff, and running out of supplies and unfortunately for the rest of the crew she normally awoke rather crabby and down-right ornery from Cyro sleep.
Zandra stepped out of the chamber, stretching herself up from being stiff inside of the sarcophagi like piece of equipment. She was already dressed, but Zandra changed out of her more comfortable clothing and into her work ‘duds’ which consisted of a pair of overalls, steel toed graviton boots, a skin-tight enviro suit, with her uniform jacket wrapped around her waist and a heavy pair of gloves. Her belt went around her waist with her tools and she spun her plasma stick around her hand before sliding it into its place like the old western shooters. Once that was done she tied back her shoulder-length long hair and stopped long enough to check on Socks. The ship was able to care for him while they were in Cyro sleep, but she always worried about him. Socks was her pet ferret and was perfectly happy, but happier still when she picked him up for a moment to scratch him on the back of the head.
Zandra’s room was scarcely funished. She had a work desk where she kept track of her days work on her computer, com station, bed, and wash closet. Speaking of her bed Zan set Socks down in his cage again and unfolded her bed from the Cyro chamber and set a few things up for after the days work. She’d be too tired afterwards to mess with it.
“This is irritating, we get ten minutes to get up out of Cyro sleep and then we have to book it to the meeting room. Oh well, it’s worth it I suppose, we get paid better then some of those morons up the political ladder.” Zan normally grumbled for a while after waking up, but thankfully that wasn’t her normal disposition.
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Once Zan made it to the meeting room she walked in, found her chair, sat down and put her feet up on the table while she waited. Her eyes were itching and she rubbed them, surprising a yawn. With a twist of her neck a soft crack broke the silence of the room. There were a few people here and when everything started she’d take her feet off the table, but until then she was gonna lean back and rest her eyes. She wasn’t tired per-se, but her eyes were trying to get use to being open.
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"Come on Zan, don't have to try and put us all asleep you know" came a voice just behind her and passing. The man came to stand next to the chair that was directly beside Zandra, pulling it out and dropping a good pile of books and fold out magazines on the metal plated table. He soon came to seat himself with a huff, pulling up one of the magazines and opening it, almost mimicking Zan's feet on the table routine even with a loud yawn following. He was slightly older then Zandra, though not as rough as the captain looked, a clean shaven face, with dark brown hair drooping down past his ears, messy and mattered with all sorts of knots and who knows what else. His eyes were a steely grey, one slightly bluer then the other.
What he wore though was almost a jump space suit, with metal elbow and knee joints, shoulder pads and a thick leather belt around his waist... the word "Security" in pale white clearly told everyone what his position was on the ship, his name written on his chest, "Dezmand Brightwater". He gave a short nod to her and leant back in his chair, the magazine filled with nothing other then weapon statistics, ammunition, the latest military ground and air vehicles... a good portion of the books sprawled by him were the same, save for an odd comic book hidden under the "Safe and Secure Scavenging" booklet, "But still as early as the rest of us eh?" he chuckled to himself, hiding a yawn behind his soft voice,
"Besides Cap'y" came another voice, the man that sat on the other side of the meeting table, quite comfortable in his seat, blond streaked hair and a small goatee, wearing a set of pale blue glasses, despite there being no sunlight to protect his eyes from. It was more then obvious that he was the youngest, his clean cut features and height were his giveaway, his young voice following the same,
"Protocol dictates that the Captain will always wake first, even before the Pilot" replied Dezmand, even with his eyes still in the magazine,
"Oh I know... Don't have to get all philosophical on me Dez" he laughed, rising a foot up and leaning back on his chair, hands behind his head. He wore a uniform too, though it was more casual then anything else, faded blue jacket and pants with thick metal boots covering his feet, the name on his chest reading, "Mekan Zule".
Soon enough the room was filled up with two more crew. The first was the medical officer, Oka. He wore a simple white shirt with thick black pants. He seemed to be the same age as the captain, his face rough and aged over the years, a long scar running down his cheek, but there was a certain softness to his features. He passed by Dezmand with a nod before busying himself with a book from the side work shelves, setting himself down to read a page or two, yawning his head off. The second man to enter the rectangle room was Kayel Sulivan, his short red hair obvious, the constant grin across his lips almost gave him an aura of 'trouble' with feet. He wore a sleeveless jacket and cargo pants, his boots clicking against the ground as he took his seat next to Mekan and nudging him slightly, both of them muttering and yawning.
It was another ten or so minutes of chit chatting and silent pondering before the Captain finally made his appearance, stepping through the slide door with only a small pen shaped instrument in his hand,
"Sorry I'm late guys. Kiro was just getting some interference with the Auto-piloting systems, but we are underway" he muttered out as he reached the end of the metal table, watching as all the feet started to slide back down and under the table without question, "Right. The time is-" he lifted his arm and checked the watch around his wrist with a tap of his finger, "-08:00 Hours. We will be reaching the target location at 09:00 round about. This will be a close proximity mission, meaning we will be loading larger scraps into the main cargo bays."
"Any history on what it is we are doing Sir?" spoke up Dezmand,
"Just what I was getting to Dez. Approximately four days ago from this hour the Federate and The Servus Initiate engaged in a strike attack, the Servus were all but destroyed, leaving no tracers, but one of the Federate ammunition ships was burnt out, including at least seven or eight short range fighters. The Sector we are approaching is still under surveillance by a Fed flag ship, so there will be no mistakes out there." the Captain rose his eyes from the group and pointed the metal pen upwards, a flickering blue light appearing from its end, signaling the camera above the table. Soon a flickering cube map appeared above the table top, glowing with flickering blue lights and smoke, revealing a technical map of the burnt out ship they were headed for, the abandoned fighter crafts floating around it,
"We are being paid the big bucks to come out all this way to collect their fighters and also collect parts of the Cargo crafts hull. This is a no questions asked kind of mission so I expect nothing other then that."
"Two weeks sleeping in the tube to rescue some dead Federation ships? Tell me this is going to be worth it" spoke up Kayel with a snuffle of his nose, watching as Dezmand gave him a side glance, "-Sir" Kayel added shortly after,
"I'm most certain you will agree when you see the printed monthly pay slip Kayel, if that is all that matters" the Captain cleared his throat as the glowing screen came to a close, flickering away. Roland slowly slipped his hands behind his back and nodded his head as there was no reply, "Mekan and Zandra you will be the Detach Crew today, while Kayel will remain in the cargo hold to package and secure the material-" The Captain rolled his eyes towards Kayel as he shook his head in disappointment, clearly not what he wanted, "- We are more so aiming to get all the smaller crafts into the Cargo bay, so work on that first, bolt in the grappling hooks, try not to damage them more then they have been. I will give you the orders for what we are doing with the main ship when we arrive in the area. Zandra, you are leading the detach."
The Captain paused for a moment, scratching his white beard and looking across the table, "Dez, Oka, you will remain to your standard duties. Standby."
"Of course" Dez spoke up, placing his magazine down against the table,
"As always Captain" spoke up Oka finally, his voice deep,
"Any questions?"
What he wore though was almost a jump space suit, with metal elbow and knee joints, shoulder pads and a thick leather belt around his waist... the word "Security" in pale white clearly told everyone what his position was on the ship, his name written on his chest, "Dezmand Brightwater". He gave a short nod to her and leant back in his chair, the magazine filled with nothing other then weapon statistics, ammunition, the latest military ground and air vehicles... a good portion of the books sprawled by him were the same, save for an odd comic book hidden under the "Safe and Secure Scavenging" booklet, "But still as early as the rest of us eh?" he chuckled to himself, hiding a yawn behind his soft voice,
"Besides Cap'y" came another voice, the man that sat on the other side of the meeting table, quite comfortable in his seat, blond streaked hair and a small goatee, wearing a set of pale blue glasses, despite there being no sunlight to protect his eyes from. It was more then obvious that he was the youngest, his clean cut features and height were his giveaway, his young voice following the same,
"Protocol dictates that the Captain will always wake first, even before the Pilot" replied Dezmand, even with his eyes still in the magazine,
"Oh I know... Don't have to get all philosophical on me Dez" he laughed, rising a foot up and leaning back on his chair, hands behind his head. He wore a uniform too, though it was more casual then anything else, faded blue jacket and pants with thick metal boots covering his feet, the name on his chest reading, "Mekan Zule".
Soon enough the room was filled up with two more crew. The first was the medical officer, Oka. He wore a simple white shirt with thick black pants. He seemed to be the same age as the captain, his face rough and aged over the years, a long scar running down his cheek, but there was a certain softness to his features. He passed by Dezmand with a nod before busying himself with a book from the side work shelves, setting himself down to read a page or two, yawning his head off. The second man to enter the rectangle room was Kayel Sulivan, his short red hair obvious, the constant grin across his lips almost gave him an aura of 'trouble' with feet. He wore a sleeveless jacket and cargo pants, his boots clicking against the ground as he took his seat next to Mekan and nudging him slightly, both of them muttering and yawning.
It was another ten or so minutes of chit chatting and silent pondering before the Captain finally made his appearance, stepping through the slide door with only a small pen shaped instrument in his hand,
"Sorry I'm late guys. Kiro was just getting some interference with the Auto-piloting systems, but we are underway" he muttered out as he reached the end of the metal table, watching as all the feet started to slide back down and under the table without question, "Right. The time is-" he lifted his arm and checked the watch around his wrist with a tap of his finger, "-08:00 Hours. We will be reaching the target location at 09:00 round about. This will be a close proximity mission, meaning we will be loading larger scraps into the main cargo bays."
"Any history on what it is we are doing Sir?" spoke up Dezmand,
"Just what I was getting to Dez. Approximately four days ago from this hour the Federate and The Servus Initiate engaged in a strike attack, the Servus were all but destroyed, leaving no tracers, but one of the Federate ammunition ships was burnt out, including at least seven or eight short range fighters. The Sector we are approaching is still under surveillance by a Fed flag ship, so there will be no mistakes out there." the Captain rose his eyes from the group and pointed the metal pen upwards, a flickering blue light appearing from its end, signaling the camera above the table. Soon a flickering cube map appeared above the table top, glowing with flickering blue lights and smoke, revealing a technical map of the burnt out ship they were headed for, the abandoned fighter crafts floating around it,
"We are being paid the big bucks to come out all this way to collect their fighters and also collect parts of the Cargo crafts hull. This is a no questions asked kind of mission so I expect nothing other then that."
"Two weeks sleeping in the tube to rescue some dead Federation ships? Tell me this is going to be worth it" spoke up Kayel with a snuffle of his nose, watching as Dezmand gave him a side glance, "-Sir" Kayel added shortly after,
"I'm most certain you will agree when you see the printed monthly pay slip Kayel, if that is all that matters" the Captain cleared his throat as the glowing screen came to a close, flickering away. Roland slowly slipped his hands behind his back and nodded his head as there was no reply, "Mekan and Zandra you will be the Detach Crew today, while Kayel will remain in the cargo hold to package and secure the material-" The Captain rolled his eyes towards Kayel as he shook his head in disappointment, clearly not what he wanted, "- We are more so aiming to get all the smaller crafts into the Cargo bay, so work on that first, bolt in the grappling hooks, try not to damage them more then they have been. I will give you the orders for what we are doing with the main ship when we arrive in the area. Zandra, you are leading the detach."
The Captain paused for a moment, scratching his white beard and looking across the table, "Dez, Oka, you will remain to your standard duties. Standby."
"Of course" Dez spoke up, placing his magazine down against the table,
"As always Captain" spoke up Oka finally, his voice deep,
"Any questions?"
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As Dez walked up behind her and sat down next to her, Zan just smiled and kept her eyes closed, quite content to just chill until the captain came in to ‘debrief’ them on their next job, but when Mekan spoke up Zandra sighed and opened her eyes, glancing around. “You two keep it up and soon you’ll be carping like an old married couple hell-bent on a divorce.” It was an old joke between the crew. Everyone knew that Mekan seemed to go out of his way to cause a little mayhem and Dezmand had to book him for it as the head of security, well then again he was the only security they really had anyway.
Rolling her eyes slightly she reached down and plucked up the comic book that had ‘snuck’ its way into Dez’s items. She never teased him about it, but instead she sat back and glanced over it. Zandra smiled as she looked at the date on the back and said to Dez “I don’t know how you get your hands on these things, some of ‘em are older then the captain.” Amusement sparked in her gold eyes. Yes, gold eyes and no Zandra hadn’t gone through lengths to get contacts or nothing, but she’d been born with them. An anomaly that was known to happen, though quite rarely. There was an almost feral look to her lithe body and her black hair. She put the comic back into Dez’ pile though as the captain came in and like everyone she pulled her feet of the table and sat up a little straighter. Things weren’t horribly strict here, but the captain was a good guy and everyone respected him.
Zan tilted back in her chair slightly as the captain explained the situation, so there’d been a big battle? Interesting, but they were just going there to clean up after them, but hey? A paycheck was a paycheck after all. And heck, it’d be Fed money on top of it. The best kind. She listened in and nodded in agreement, easier to pull in the smal-eah wait, did he say she’d be teaming up with Mekan? Great. Not what she’d prefer, but it was the cap’s call and she knew that if Mekan goofed off he’d take a docking on his paycheck, she’d make sure of that. At least she’d be in command out there for the most part.
When the time came for questions, Zandra nodded after smiling at Dez and Oka, the poor guys never got to have any fun at all.
“Would you like for us to make sure the smaller crafts run or not? It’d make life for everyone a helluva lot easier if we could just fly the little suckers in rather then towing ‘em in. Sir?” Zan normally preferred to fly them in, seeing as it gave her a chance to practice a little, but she’d never told anyone. Like a lot of them she had experience with flying all sorts of crafts, from the personal to the larger ones when the had to go out for a scrapping mission. If you could fly it into the docking bay why not? It’d save them time and energy just towing the blasted things in.
Zan was already making a check list for the things she’d need while out in the Zero G’s of space. She’d already put out her suit and the computer had just fed Socks, so she was all set and ready for a long day of work as soon as she grabbed breakfast for herself, but she wondered. No questions asked? They’d had a few run in’s with the Federation before, but most of the time they ended up cleaning up as before, but why now with the no questions asked? Eh oh well. Most likely they didn’t want to admit that they made some screw up or another. Military, bah. Even though that was a bit of a hypocritical thought on her part, seeing as they were kinda part of the military to a certain degree.
“Otherwise I’m guessing the standard report anything strange we might see and get the hell out of there if it seems hostile Sir?”
Rolling her eyes slightly she reached down and plucked up the comic book that had ‘snuck’ its way into Dez’s items. She never teased him about it, but instead she sat back and glanced over it. Zandra smiled as she looked at the date on the back and said to Dez “I don’t know how you get your hands on these things, some of ‘em are older then the captain.” Amusement sparked in her gold eyes. Yes, gold eyes and no Zandra hadn’t gone through lengths to get contacts or nothing, but she’d been born with them. An anomaly that was known to happen, though quite rarely. There was an almost feral look to her lithe body and her black hair. She put the comic back into Dez’ pile though as the captain came in and like everyone she pulled her feet of the table and sat up a little straighter. Things weren’t horribly strict here, but the captain was a good guy and everyone respected him.
Zan tilted back in her chair slightly as the captain explained the situation, so there’d been a big battle? Interesting, but they were just going there to clean up after them, but hey? A paycheck was a paycheck after all. And heck, it’d be Fed money on top of it. The best kind. She listened in and nodded in agreement, easier to pull in the smal-eah wait, did he say she’d be teaming up with Mekan? Great. Not what she’d prefer, but it was the cap’s call and she knew that if Mekan goofed off he’d take a docking on his paycheck, she’d make sure of that. At least she’d be in command out there for the most part.
When the time came for questions, Zandra nodded after smiling at Dez and Oka, the poor guys never got to have any fun at all.
“Would you like for us to make sure the smaller crafts run or not? It’d make life for everyone a helluva lot easier if we could just fly the little suckers in rather then towing ‘em in. Sir?” Zan normally preferred to fly them in, seeing as it gave her a chance to practice a little, but she’d never told anyone. Like a lot of them she had experience with flying all sorts of crafts, from the personal to the larger ones when the had to go out for a scrapping mission. If you could fly it into the docking bay why not? It’d save them time and energy just towing the blasted things in.
Zan was already making a check list for the things she’d need while out in the Zero G’s of space. She’d already put out her suit and the computer had just fed Socks, so she was all set and ready for a long day of work as soon as she grabbed breakfast for herself, but she wondered. No questions asked? They’d had a few run in’s with the Federation before, but most of the time they ended up cleaning up as before, but why now with the no questions asked? Eh oh well. Most likely they didn’t want to admit that they made some screw up or another. Military, bah. Even though that was a bit of a hypocritical thought on her part, seeing as they were kinda part of the military to a certain degree.
“Otherwise I’m guessing the standard report anything strange we might see and get the hell out of there if it seems hostile Sir?”
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