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(Thanks for the heads-up, my memory is still a little rusty.)
Market stall owners tried to look as inconspicuous as possible while the stranger passed them, hoping to avoid him.
Colony ships were being prepared for take off, to colonise another world in the Martyr system. |
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The Stranger searched for an interesting market stall, one that sold something exotic. |
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One market stall was quite interesting, for a start, it was owned by a Satharo, who, being a military race, mostly spent their time in space. He sold exotic supplies, and for those who made it clear they wanted something special, he'd show them his Black Market supplies, ranging from illegal weapons to slaves. |
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The Stranger paused in front of the stall, slowly turning to the face it. "Helllooooo." he whispered. "Tell me, how good are your suppliers?" he asked. |
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The Satharo looked up, "Best on the planet, you want something, I can get it." he said, a confident tone to his voice. "For the right price of course." |
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The Stranger leaned forward, looking around. He grinned wider as he looked upon the Satharo. "I can give YOU something... For the right price, of course." he replied. |
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"And what might that be?" The Satharo asked, leaning forward. |
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The Stranger looked around more, before replying with a whisper. "We need to talk in private." he replied with dead seriousness. |
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"Follow me." The Satharo sat up, signalled to his friend, and walked to his ship, he waited in the cargo bay of his freighter. |
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The inner sphere colonized a few more systems they found.
(Just as a heads up to people that don't know. The mech warrior mechs are big, you would be only 1/4 the size of the smallest mech's leg, but the mechwarrior factions do have tanks, infantry, fixed-wing aircraft, VTOLs, and helicopters.) |
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The Stranger followed. He reached into his baggy zoot suit. |
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The Satharo turned around, "Well? What's so important you can't say it in public?" |
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The Skralorians were back at 800,000 ships.
Much of Skraloria City was done. The Sky Plates were being installed now.
The Skralorians continued to look for new life and new civilizations(references FTW!)
(Anybody want an encounter? I am bored out of my mind ATM.) |
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(YES. super meet the innersphere.) |
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(Oh, Super, here's your medal for conquering the Bajorans... I'm so proud... *sniff*) |
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"Well, pleased to meet you. I'll send you a communication console, with that you can contact Emperor Dialox anytime." the fleet leader replied to the New Paradigm, and said goodbye. |
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(I'm watching Star Trek.)
The Stranger pulled forward a shatterproof plastic jar with an alloy lid that was securely locked in place with a strange brace of equal strength to the lid. A few black, needle-like things twitched about within. |
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"Likewise, we'll send our Comm frequency shortly." Maku replied. The Benefactor was too busy leafing through reports of the rapid expansion of the Paradigm, who were now colonising multiple systems. |
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(I've got a lot of episodes recorded, Need to watch those at some time, all DS9 or voyager.)
The Satharo blinked, "And what are these?"
(BTW, I know what they are.) |
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(Thank you, Tech. *Takes medal*)
The Skralorians come into contact with strange ships. They attempt to contact them(They are yours, Halo). "We are the Skralorians. We do not have hostile intentions." The Captain of the ship said. |
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The Stranger lifted the jar, holding his index finger next to it. His fingertip sparked up into flame. The needles immediately lunged at the heat, only to clank against the glass. They left perfect holes which immediately regenerated.
"They're called Splinters. They're parasitic beings that spread through the body almost the second they come into contact with you. They're persistent, they're fast, and they're sharp. By the end of the week, these things could decimate an entire world just by out-producing all of it's environments, let alone it's weaponry." he explained. "It manipulates bodies, using them like superhuman, still-living puppets." |
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If your still looking for people, here is mine:
Name: Rob Edwards
A.ge: 26
Race: Cyborg
Weapons: Heavy Machine Lazer
Items: An old book, canteen
Appearance: 6 foot 5 inches
Faction: None
Role/Rank: Bounty Hunter
Alignment: Neutral
Bio: Rob was a normal human but when he was 19 he went to capture a rouge alien. That alien ripped hit right arm and left leg off. The only way to save him was to use robotic ligaments. His eye was shot out on a training mission and replaced by a computer eye.
Universe: Prime |
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Oops forgot the rest of the apearance.
6 foot 5 inches. A roughed face, many scars all over. Normally wears a helmet. dark green shirt, black pants and boots. |
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18 waited for more tests, or repairs. |
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(*Salutes Super* Don't get me wrong, I don't hate Bajorans, I only hate everything they stand for.)
"Hmm... perhaps it's best I don't know how you got these... any practical uses? Can they be controlled?" Asked the Satharo, slightly unnerved. |
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