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Slim-Charles β ''You don't look like your ID...''
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Published: 2018-12-04 05:31:34 +0000 UTC; Views: 5920; Favourites: 195; Downloads: 50
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Alien spacers, traders or slaves are not too uncommon of a sight on Ionian worlds, However they are hardly treated equally, and a-many Ionian hold disdain for outsiders...Related content
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βand you donβt look like my mom......so do I go on or not?β
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"Disrespectful Xenos scum."
Motions over his comrades over
"Take this one to the isolation cubes till the Arbitrators get here."
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Fingering the tanto blade on my hip.......βYou should really consider a different option.......I got work to do for the Boss.β
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Slams fist down on the general alarm.
"Lockdown in effect. Port of Entry 0562. Hostile Entry Detected."
Blast doors slam shut and all three guard distance themselves from you, all while keeping close aim with their leveled lasguns.
"ON THE FLOOR HERETIC. COMPLY OR BE FIRED UPON"
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Knowing the lead is within reach and just donβt give a crap about dying..........but needed to get by those blast doors.
βOkay, okay..........what else can I show you? You know how crappy those DMV pictures are.β
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"I SAID ON THE FLOOR. DISCARD OF YOUR WEAPON AND LIE DOWN ON YOUR STOMACH."Β
Still unwavering and keeping his aim on your center mass the Guardsman hovers his index finger over the trigger guard, not entirely committed to shooting yet able to do so at a moments notice.Β
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Ahhhh screw it.
Snatching the knife I slash across his throat as the guards react to engage their weapons. Dodging to the side and going low as the first pulse sears my back. I sling the knife at the nearest guard striking him in the neck. As he twists he keeps death throw jerking the trigger racking the wall with a hail of gunfire catching another guard with several rounds. Now on the ground I retrieved my more ancient Sig P365 from my ankle holster putting two 9mm+P FTX rounds Into his face. He falls stiffly as his gray matter is pulverized by the impact.
I now pick myself up, my back still stinging......hearing the alarms going off like a noisy city street.
Now about those blast doors......
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A metallic automated voice crackles into existence.
"All allied units pulse rates have ceased. Anomalous Entity still registered. Venting atmosphere."
The Alien drops her weapons and clutches her throat in pain. Life support was gone. Pounding on on the blast door yielded nothing as she slowly slipped into unconsciousness.Β
An unknown amount of time passed when a crowd of hob nailed boots hitting metal deck plating come from all around and the audible *clack* of shackles is heard.
"Target contained. Requesting corpse detail to recover 3 cadavers. Moving to isolation block with detainee."
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At least I got past the doors..π
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I fuckin love how you used that screen in the background to justify that beautiful white light highlighting your characters.
This lore is real interesting too, loving the design of the medieval space fellas
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