<span style='color:red'>*Follows Dea.* "For the record, I don't like those Mech's up ahead."</span>
Could have sworn JDW wasa using <span style='color:yellow'>yellow</span> and <b>Bold</b> was OOC. Ohwell never mind.
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<span style='color:pink'>*to the marines* "no, most of us arn't... quite... human. but you are. and as long as your on our base its our job to see that you come out of it alive. like i said we're the locals, and its our mess to clean up." *moves to bring everyone togeather to talk* "we need to get our objectives in order. get our AI's working togeather. get a stable comm system between our two groups. " "the two biggest dangers are the draug and the AI. the draug have a lab somewhere where they are evolving and reproducing. they're becoming immune to most wepons, so far only fire has worked for shure." "the AI is still in partial controll of the ship's systems and most of the mechs. we've only managed to narrowly avoid her destroying us all. we have to nueralize her before she kills us all." "and there still are khraa aboard."
/aside "frell, what have i gotten myself into. i could barely keep the frelling dumb-**** men i had alive. now theres a whole new group that convieniently brought thier own deathbots controlled by a sketchy AI. i swear...[rant trails off]" </span>
<span style='color:red'>/To the new marines "Yea, what she said. Welcome abroad. This is Dea, our sniper/scout, over there is Daza, our resident nut, Bills a medic, JD is the green behind me. And I blow **** up." *Shoulders my Double Barreled Rocket Launcher and extends a hand to shake.* "Just don't get in my way and we'll be find."</span>
Yey i have a connection ! <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo--> I'll talk to Xect later and hopefully get these RPGs moving.
<span style='color:gray'>"Hi! Now does anyone know where a shower is?" *Loud mutter "Fething AI trying to drown us in sewage..."</span>
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*Shudders* Bill what aren't you telling us?<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> Wha??? I didn't bring that subject up... try boggle!
All this thinking about relative time's gone and given me a headache...
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*Shudders* Bill what aren't you telling us?<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> Wha??? I didn't bring that subject up... try boggle!
All this thinking about relative time's gone and given me a headache... <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> It was Epoch who originally brought up that subject, not me.
<span style='color:blue'>*steps out from behind Epoch*
"you will have to excuse his manners, he tends to forget certain key members of the team. I'm Bogglesteinsky, the Hacker. I've disabled enough of these mechs with my frined here" *pats pocket containing pda* "to be able to do it with my eyes shut"</span>
<b><span style='color:purple'>"Frontiersmen i am 343 a older version of 344 to be quick to the point 344 has taken over the ship with her mechs, the Draug are a race of Human, Kharaa hybrid and are lurking about on the vessel and now the Kharaa themselves are onboard, none of us stand a chance alone, i suggest we team up for now and find a way to even the sides abit." </span></b>
Dea: <span style='color:gray'><i>Your close enough to hear the analysis of the blood sample</i> "Her blood's human...but there are living Kharaa cells and proteins floating all over it...they look almost like they're part of the blood too, far more so than simple drug injections. It's almost as though the Kharaa and human cells are working together, although I've never seen anything like it - usually they're trying to kill each other." *looks up at the Draug cavalry arriving, and carefully puts down his HMG* "I think it's a safe bet to say that they're Draug. Although, given the amount of cavalry that just arrived, we may not have much choice but to work with them."</span>
<i>One of the Frontiersmen asks:</i> <span style='color:gray'>"So...what's the plan? Who are you guys anyway?"</span>
<i>On your headsets you hear one of them say:</i> <span style='color:gray'>*opens public comm channel* "Ceanija, I don't trust anyone around here except my squadmates - you, these hybrids, those mechs, anyone. We're the Frontiersman - we're trained to adapt to the situation at hand. You should know this, or at least have figured it out by now. These hybrids aren't shooting at us, and you opened fire without provocation on ... whatever these are ... while they were trying to communicate. From where I'm standing, you've got quite a bit of explanation to do, (sarcastically) Oh High And Mighty AI."</span>
i get the Soliloquy cause i'm the first one to talk to them <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin--deaincaelo+Jan 12 2004, 08:05 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (deaincaelo @ Jan 12 2004, 08:05 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> i get the Soliloquy cause i'm the first one to talk to them <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif'><!--endemo-->
<span style='color:red'>*Salutes a marine with the dog tag Terran, then shakes hand with another.* "Sorry Boggle, forgot about you." "Anyway, I'm all up for working together aslong as I still get to blow **** up."</span>
not to mention i've been following thier thread scince i warped in, so i can respond to them faster. personally, i think it saves time.
<span style='color:pink'>"not human, not draug... what are we? thats something we've asked ourselves. we're friendly. and when push comes to shove we're gunna save your bacon, 'cause its our job. as for the blood sample... whatever was done to the draug was done to us. but we were human to begin with, the draug never were. " *over the open comms* "did you say Ceanija? who, according to our AI is a sub-rutine of the psyco whos trying to kill us all? can we varify all this?"</span>
<span style='color:purple'><b>"Confirmed 344 is acting under the name of Ceainja."</b></span>
<i>Terran:</i> <b><span style='color:gray'>"*looks at them* "I don't understand...What happened to you guys. I mean, you guys seem to be human...Except for the blood." *accepts the hand* "Private Terran. Engineer and Weapons junkie. These other guys are all Privates also. There is Night Shade, our medic. Ghawir, the techie; Darkness, the guy with dual P229s and the funky hair; Spin, general guy who likes to shoot stuff, as we all do; Kathos, another guy with a gun; Ed, the lovely civvie who's a jack of all trades; and we've got Khaim in the CC. We had somebody by the name of Boggle, but he was late and missed the drop." *takes hand back after a shake and continues on* "If you guys could fill us in on what's with the funky AIs, where the Draug are, and other stuff that you haven't told us, we'd be happy." *looks around* "If you guys could maybe tell us the positions of the Kharaa especially and their status that would be good. Maybe you guys should keep at fighting the Draug, and we'll take the Kharaa. Besides the fact we aren't equiped to take on Draug, we're better at shooting Kharaa up. Quite some." </span></b>
<i>Shade</i> <span style='color:gray'><b>"Wait a second Dea..you keep talking about the draug like you're not one of them. If you're not Draug, given that tissue sample I just took... what are you? Damn, this is worse than a cheap horror flick - more twists in the story than a demented pretzel." *opens that comm channel back up* "Hey Ceanija, apart from killing that one Draug that attacked us in the hangar, you haven't done much to inspire trust in your version of events, either." *salutes quickly as Terran introduces me*</b></span>
<i>Lord</i> <b><span style='color:gray'>*walks up next to Terran, resting my shotgun on my shoulder, barrel pointed at a part of the ceiling behind us* "Our AI, Mercura, is inside the system, hiding on a transport, I hope. Is there anywhere nearby we can get her out of there? Oh and if your wondering about Terran's remark about funky hair..." *I take off my helmet and let my belt length hair fall freely* "The others only found out about this a few days ago in the W.T. Hell after I found my fiance, Erin Townsend, dead. Merc was on a disc that was in the console nearby. I didn't tell anyone about it, I don't know why." *I put my helmet back on, not bothering to push my hair under it like it was before I took it off*</span></b>
<span style='color:blue'>*steps forward, and give the marines a round up of our sotry, including the Professor and the Librarian*
"344 shot you down, then disguised herself as Ceainja to try to turn you against us. None of us can remeber any of our childhoods. Perhaps we don't have any childhood."
*leans against the wall, idlely spinning pistol round finger*
"Its time for you to make up your mind. Do you trust a rogue AI, or us? Let me give you just one piece of advice. We, who have stopped more mechs than you can count with all your fingers and toes, are not likely to be halted by a regular bunch of frontiersmen. If you do take us to be enemies, you had better have a dman good plan up your sleeve."</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"Right now I have a serious trust problem with AI in general." *I sit down* "It comes from being attacked by a load of those deathbots and just almost drowning in sewage..." *I shake my head* "Its been a long few days... And I need a shower!"</span>
<span style='color:red'>"So Rines you with us or not?" *Runs my thumb under the shoulder strap of my rocket launcher to smooth out the creases.* "The balls in your court now."</span>
<span style='color:pink'>"look, its up to you. but 343 still conferms cenjia as hostile. she doesnt sound like 344, but she shure reacted to us the same way. if you trust her we'll trust you, but if you dont we'll help you deal with her mechs."</span>
... If anyone want's to come back and help me on the engineering part of the job, feel free."
<span style='color:pink'>"Bogglesteinsky, did you hear that over the comms? do you think you could help them?"</span>
<span style='color:gray'>Terran: "*looks at them* "I don't understand...What happened to you guys. I mean, you guys seem to be human...Except for the blood."</span>
<span style='color:red'>*accepts the hand*</span>
<span style='color:red'>*Shakes hand* "Nice to have you aboard."</span>
<span style='color:gray'>Shade "Wait a second Dea..you keep talking about the draug like you're not one of them. If you're not Draug, given that tissue sample I just took... what are you? Damn, this is worse than a cheap horror flick - more twists in the story than a demented pretzel." *opens that comm channel back up* "Hey Ceanija, apart from killing that one Draug that attacked us in the hangar, you haven't done much to inspire trust in your version of events, either." *salutes quickly as Terran introduces me*</span>
<span style='color:red'>*Returns salute.* "We're not draug, well not fully. We just wanna survive like you guys."</span>
<span style='color:gray'>Lord "Our AI, Mercura, is inside the system, hiding on a transport, I hope. Is there anywhere nearby we can get her out of there? Oh and if your wondering about Terran's remark about funky hair..." *I take off my helmet and let my belt length hair fall freely* "The others only found out about this a few days ago in the W.T. Hell after I found my fiance, Erin Townsend, dead. Merc was on a disc that was in the console nearby. I didn't tell anyone about it, I don't know why." *I put my helmet back on, not bothering to push my hair under it like it was before I took it off*</span>
<span style='color:red'>"I like the hair dude... s****s"</span>
<!--QuoteBegin--Nightshade+Jan 12 2004, 09:53 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Nightshade @ Jan 12 2004, 09:53 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->"...Damn, this is worse than a cheap horror flick - more twists in the story than a demented pretzel."...<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> <span style='color:gray'>"Tell me about it... And, you know, I'm sure I recognised something from final fantasy... ...I know! Its a cheap horror flick crossed with FF7 merged with space opera..."</span>
<!--QuoteBegin--deaincaelo+Jan 13 2004, 07:05 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (deaincaelo @ Jan 13 2004, 07:05 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <span style='color:pink'>"look, its up to you. but 343 still conferms cenjia as hostile. she doesnt sound like 344, but she shure reacted to us the same way. if you trust her we'll trust you, but if you dont we'll help you deal with her mechs."</span>
... If anyone want's to come back and help me on the engineering part of the job, feel free."
<span style='color:pink'>"Bogglesteinsky, did you hear that over the comms? do you think you could help them?"</span> <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> 1337th post in this topic, congrats, Dea is the 1337 one... ^^ <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
Ceanjia *344* (over ship speakers): "Well, if you're not draug, what are you then? Where are you coming from, and why's there alien blood in your veins if you're not aliens?"
<b><span style='color:purple'>"You have been exposed to Draug bacterium for a very long time, when they were created the whole ship was infected with the beacterum, just 344 never told anyone, she just planned a way to use this to her advantage, so this probably explains the odd blood results."</span></b>
<span style='color:blue'>*hurries after Terran, and glances over at the mechs*
*opens up a private comms channel to the rest of my squad*
"guys, they got some of those mechs in here, controlled by 344. Now would not be a good time for the diplomatic talks to break down, I would be mincemeat in seconds. Keep them distracted for as long as possible, I have a plan."</span>
<!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->"[whisper]Say, if you want...Try to rig that RPG to target the mechs as Khaim requested. We may need it sometime, though we probably won't and shouldn't fire it. Ceanjia seems to be cooperating.[/whisper]" <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<span style='color:blue'>"I'll see what I can do"
*walks over to the turret factory trying not to attract any attention and [attemps to insert a manual override in the siege control unit]*</span>
Ceanjia (over ship speakers): "Well, if you're not draug, what are you then? Where are you coming from, and why's there alien blood in your veins if you're not aliens?"
<span style='color:pink'>"we've been experimented on. but we're not hostile. the same things trying to kill you are trying to kill us."</span>
"Hey... if 344 has control over a ton of mechs, where are they? All the mech's I've seen are the 4 psycho deathbots with us..."
<span style='color:pink'>"dunno. last i cheacked they were incoming on our position, thats why i phased. but 344 must have known that. she probly pulled them back. the logical thing to do would be to have them cover critical areas, like the druag labs, and let us kill each other."</span>
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Nope not in this one. OOC is just plain. Like this.
"For the record, I don't like those Mech's up ahead."</span>
Could have sworn JDW wasa using <span style='color:yellow'>yellow</span> and <b>Bold</b> was OOC.
Ohwell never mind.
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*Shudders* Bill what aren't you telling us?
"no, most of us arn't... quite... human. but you are. and as long as your on our base its our job to see that you come out of it alive. like i said we're the locals, and its our mess to clean up."
*moves to bring everyone togeather to talk*
"we need to get our objectives in order. get our AI's working togeather. get a stable comm system between our two groups. "
"the two biggest dangers are the draug and the AI. the draug have a lab somewhere where they are evolving and reproducing. they're becoming immune to most wepons, so far only fire has worked for shure."
"the AI is still in partial controll of the ship's systems and most of the mechs. we've only managed to narrowly avoid her destroying us all. we have to nueralize her before she kills us all."
"and there still are khraa aboard."
/aside "frell, what have i gotten myself into. i could barely keep the frelling dumb-**** men i had alive. now theres a whole new group that convieniently brought thier own deathbots controlled by a sketchy AI. i swear...[rant trails off]" </span>
*Shoulders my Double Barreled Rocket Launcher and extends a hand to shake.*
"Just don't get in my way and we'll be find."</span>
Hey! How come Dee gets Soliloquy's?
I'll talk to Xect later and hopefully get these RPGs moving.
*Loud mutter "Fething AI trying to drown us in sewage..."</span>
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Wha???
I didn't bring that subject up... try boggle!
All this thinking about relative time's gone and given me a headache...
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Wha???
I didn't bring that subject up... try boggle!
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It was Epoch who originally brought up that subject, not me.
<span style='color:blue'>*steps out from behind Epoch*
"you will have to excuse his manners, he tends to forget certain key members of the team. I'm Bogglesteinsky, the Hacker. I've disabled enough of these mechs with my frined here" *pats pocket containing pda* "to be able to do it with my eyes shut"</span>
</span></b>
Dea:
<span style='color:gray'><i>Your close enough to hear the analysis of the blood sample</i>
"Her blood's human...but there are living Kharaa cells and proteins floating all over it...they look almost like they're part of the blood too, far more so than simple drug injections. It's almost as though the Kharaa and human cells are working together, although I've never seen anything like it - usually they're trying to kill each other."
*looks up at the Draug cavalry arriving, and carefully puts down his HMG*
"I think it's a safe bet to say that they're Draug. Although, given the amount of cavalry that just arrived, we may not have much choice but to work with them."</span>
<i>One of the Frontiersmen asks:</i>
<span style='color:gray'>"So...what's the plan? Who are you guys anyway?"</span>
<i>On your headsets you hear one of them say:</i>
<span style='color:gray'>*opens public comm channel*
"Ceanija, I don't trust anyone around here except my squadmates - you, these hybrids, those mechs, anyone. We're the Frontiersman - we're trained to adapt to the situation at hand. You should know this, or at least have figured it out by now. These hybrids aren't shooting at us, and you opened fire without provocation on ... whatever these are ... while they were trying to communicate. From where I'm standing, you've got quite a bit of explanation to do, (sarcastically) Oh High And Mighty AI."</span>
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<span style='color:red'>*Salutes a marine with the dog tag Terran, then shakes hand with another.*
"Sorry Boggle, forgot about you."
"Anyway, I'm all up for working together aslong as I still get to blow **** up."</span>
<span style='color:pink'>"not human, not draug... what are we? thats something we've asked ourselves. we're friendly. and when push comes to shove we're gunna save your bacon, 'cause its our job. as for the blood sample... whatever was done to the draug was done to us. but we were human to begin with, the draug never were. "
*over the open comms*
"did you say Ceanija? who, according to our AI is a sub-rutine of the psyco whos trying to kill us all? can we varify all this?"</span>
<i>Terran:</i>
<b><span style='color:gray'>"*looks at them*
"I don't understand...What happened to you guys. I mean, you guys seem to be human...Except for the blood."
*accepts the hand*
"Private Terran. Engineer and Weapons junkie. These other guys are all Privates also. There is Night Shade, our medic. Ghawir, the techie; Darkness, the guy with dual P229s and the funky hair; Spin, general guy who likes to shoot stuff, as we all do; Kathos, another guy with a gun; Ed, the lovely civvie who's a jack of all trades; and we've got Khaim in the CC. We had somebody by the name of Boggle, but he was late and missed the drop."
*takes hand back after a shake and continues on*
"If you guys could fill us in on what's with the funky AIs, where the Draug are, and other stuff that you haven't told us, we'd be happy."
*looks around*
"If you guys could maybe tell us the positions of the Kharaa especially and their status that would be good. Maybe you guys should keep at fighting the Draug, and we'll take the Kharaa. Besides the fact we aren't equiped to take on Draug, we're better at shooting Kharaa up. Quite some."
</span></b>
<i>Shade</i>
<span style='color:gray'><b>"Wait a second Dea..you keep talking about the draug like you're not one of them. If you're not Draug, given that tissue sample I just took... what are you? Damn, this is worse than a cheap horror flick - more twists in the story than a demented pretzel."
*opens that comm channel back up*
"Hey Ceanija, apart from killing that one Draug that attacked us in the hangar, you haven't done much to inspire trust in your version of events, either."
*salutes quickly as Terran introduces me*</b></span>
<i>Lord</i>
<b><span style='color:gray'>*walks up next to Terran, resting my shotgun on my shoulder, barrel pointed at a part of the ceiling behind us*
"Our AI, Mercura, is inside the system, hiding on a transport, I hope. Is there anywhere nearby we can get her out of there? Oh and if your wondering about Terran's remark about funky hair..."
*I take off my helmet and let my belt length hair fall freely*
"The others only found out about this a few days ago in the W.T. Hell after I found my fiance, Erin Townsend, dead. Merc was on a disc that was in the console nearby. I didn't tell anyone about it, I don't know why."
*I put my helmet back on, not bothering to push my hair under it like it was before I took it off*</span></b>
"344 shot you down, then disguised herself as Ceainja to try to turn you against us. None of us can remeber any of our childhoods. Perhaps we don't have any childhood."
*leans against the wall, idlely spinning pistol round finger*
"Its time for you to make up your mind. Do you trust a rogue AI, or us? Let me give you just one piece of advice. We, who have stopped more mechs than you can count with all your fingers and toes, are not likely to be halted by a regular bunch of frontiersmen. If you do take us to be enemies, you had better have a dman good plan up your sleeve."</span>
*I sit down*
"It comes from being attacked by a load of those deathbots and just almost drowning in sewage..."
*I shake my head*
"Its been a long few days... And I need a shower!"</span>
*Runs my thumb under the shoulder strap of my rocket launcher to smooth out the creases.*
"The balls in your court now."</span>
... If anyone want's to come back and help me on the engineering part of the job, feel free."
<span style='color:pink'>"Bogglesteinsky, did you hear that over the comms? do you think you could help them?"</span>
"*looks at them*
"I don't understand...What happened to you guys. I mean, you guys seem to be human...Except for the blood."</span>
<span style='color:red'>*accepts the hand*</span>
<span style='color:red'>*Shakes hand*
"Nice to have you aboard."</span>
<span style='color:gray'>Shade
"Wait a second Dea..you keep talking about the draug like you're not one of them. If you're not Draug, given that tissue sample I just took... what are you? Damn, this is worse than a cheap horror flick - more twists in the story than a demented pretzel."
*opens that comm channel back up*
"Hey Ceanija, apart from killing that one Draug that attacked us in the hangar, you haven't done much to inspire trust in your version of events, either."
*salutes quickly as Terran introduces me*</span>
<span style='color:red'>*Returns salute.*
"We're not draug, well not fully. We just wanna survive like you guys."</span>
<span style='color:gray'>Lord
"Our AI, Mercura, is inside the system, hiding on a transport, I hope. Is there anywhere nearby we can get her out of there? Oh and if your wondering about Terran's remark about funky hair..."
*I take off my helmet and let my belt length hair fall freely*
"The others only found out about this a few days ago in the W.T. Hell after I found my fiance, Erin Townsend, dead. Merc was on a disc that was in the console nearby. I didn't tell anyone about it, I don't know why."
*I put my helmet back on, not bothering to push my hair under it like it was before I took it off*</span>
<span style='color:red'>"I like the hair dude... s****s"</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"Tell me about it... And, you know, I'm sure I recognised something from final fantasy...
...I know! Its a cheap horror flick crossed with FF7 merged with space opera..."</span>
... If anyone want's to come back and help me on the engineering part of the job, feel free."
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*Runs after Terran.*
"Hey dude, wait up. You might need someone who has a little more experience with the system"</span>
<b><span style='color:purple'>"You have been exposed to Draug bacterium for a very long time, when they were created the whole ship was infected with the beacterum, just 344 never told anyone, she just planned a way to use this to her advantage, so this probably explains the odd blood results."</span></b>
*opens up a private comms channel to the rest of my squad*
"guys, they got some of those mechs in here, controlled by 344. Now would not be a good time for the diplomatic talks to break down, I would be mincemeat in seconds. Keep them distracted for as long as possible, I have a plan."</span>
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<span style='color:blue'>"I'll see what I can do"
*walks over to the turret factory trying not to attract any attention and [attemps to insert a manual override in the siege control unit]*</span>
<span style='color:pink'>"we've been experimented on. but we're not hostile. the same things trying to kill you are trying to kill us."</span>
"Hey... if 344 has control over a ton of mechs, where are they? All the mech's I've seen are the 4 psycho deathbots with us..."
<span style='color:pink'>"dunno. last i cheacked they were incoming on our position, thats why i phased. but 344 must have known that. she probly pulled them back. the logical thing to do would be to have them cover critical areas, like the druag labs, and let us kill each other."</span>
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