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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on May 26, 2008 19:51:52 GMT -5
This Rp is simple enough, with some basic, but very 'portant rules. Rules:-1,013 years after the battle of endor -No 3rd party factions; Jedi v.s. Sith only, no exceptions -You can have up to 3 characters. -At least 1 must be force-sensitive. -Everything must be totally original. The only canon-things to be used in this rp are light sabers, and blasters. Nothing else primitive, like guns. Ships are also totally unoriginal. -PM ME ALL CHARACTER SHEETS BEFORE JOINING!! Story:Luke Skywalker, Darth vader, yoda, and all the rest are only VAGUE memories in the oldest historian's holo-logs. The great Imperial/Rebel schism is as lightly discussed and remembered as the civil war was to us. The republic has reached a golden age of prosperity. Where once luke was the last surviving member of the jedi, his teachings have spread like wildfire, and the current jedi population is at 105,000,000 and greater. The galaxy has not seen a great war in more than 700 years, though there have been small skirmishes here and there. Tragically, the prosperous illusion is solely that: while the jedi have spread, they kept sith knowledge as a warning against their teachings. 300 years ago, unsavory elements secretly stole the sith holocrons; devil-worshiping races of evil took the knowledge, and integrated it with their daily lives. Intellectuals figured out adding jedi force control to their own sith rituals would only serve to empower them even further. With time, their numbers began to swell as well. Since they were not limited to the life of jedi, they became much more powerful in half the time. Approx. 1 hour ago, the threat of the sith was publicly announced; terror spread like wildfire. 105,000,000 jedi mobilize to try and eradicate the 200,000,000 sith-sensitives all across the galaxy, from all walks of life, in every shape and size. The first great wars have begun at planets that support jedi temples, way-shrines, and other conglomorates. War is imminent; the jedi, the only ones capable of fighting off the new sith dangers, are mobilized to attack. It's only a matter of time before the 2 are met in planet-destroying battles. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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Post by Jiang on May 28, 2008 21:43:31 GMT -5
[ My charrie bio: Name: Daniel "Ghost" Kapeni Faction Coalition Marine Corps [For this RP, replace CMC with Jedi Order] Race: Cyran, Lion Subspecies Age: 25 Height: 6' 2" Weight: 295 Lbs. Appearance: Background: Kapeni was born into a small family living in a crime-infested City in Republic space. While his peers were dropping out of school all around him, and he was constantly bullied by human children because of the short stature he had when he was young, he managed to finish each and every academic course at the top of his class. After finishing High School, he moved to Coalition Space and joined the CMC. While serving in the Coalition Marine Corps, he completed college via a correspondence course, earning a Master's degree in both engineering and demolitions technology, along with a bachelor's degree in History. Shortly after completing the college course at the age of 22, he was discovered to have an unusually high medoclorian count. With that discovery, a Jedi Master arrived and began a "Crash Course" method of training to school the young but highly focused soldier in using the force and a lightsaber. While he is still learning, SSGT. Kapeni is reportedly capable of holding his own in a lightsaber duel against several Jedi Knights. Personality: When on-duty Daniel is a highly focused and driven soldier, who's devotion to his job is as legendary as his piloting skills. But off duty, Kapeni is a good-natured and lighthearted man who is fairly easygoing and is amazingly hard to provoke. He's got a love of anything that goes fast, so you can always find him off in a hanger tinkering on either one of his many customized racing swoops or his personal Gunship. Weapons: Kapeni's arsenal is fairly standard. He has a single Ravager Mk. IV Pulse Rifle, a P78 Pulse SMG, and a 195F Heavy Blaster Pistol. He's also got a K-Bar fighting knife [with cortosis weave, of course] and a lightsaber, with a green blade. Aside from that, he has a vast arsenal of explosives and anti-tank weapons. All of which he loves to use. Skills: SSGT Kapeni is a excellent marksman, capable of dropping a human from two Kilometers away with relative ease. He's also a excellent Gunship Pilot, who has fifty kills to his record, one of those against a Capital ship. He's highly proficient with all light-side force powers save for a select few. ]
Kapeni tapped a few buttons on the control panel of his Lavi class Gunship [I'll post a pic of the ol' girl soon] and ran through the flight diagnostics a few times. She was doing fine... Aside from a crapload of carbon blast marks on the armor from the last engagement he had gotten himself into. After tinkering around for thirty or so minutes, he clambered out of the unitpit and wove his way out of the ship.
He stepped down off the loading ramp of the Lavi, and was instantly greeted by the din of the Jedi Academy's hanger bay. "Man, it's loud." He muttered, scratching the back of his ear and adjusting his flight armor a little. He cradled his helmet in his arm, then looked around. Where was his CO? His Gunship was SUPPOSED to be taking off to escort a convoy of Sith relics scheduled to be destroyed... But without his CO's go-ahead, he couldn't go anywhere.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on May 29, 2008 8:12:39 GMT -5
An AG-60 Havoc dropship touched down in the next bay.....
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Post by Jiang on May 29, 2008 16:32:31 GMT -5
Kapeni slightly tilted his head as he watched a unfamiliar Dropship settle into a bay on the other side of the Hanger. He sighed and slipped a HUD device out of his helmet, then clipped it on over his right ear, so that the display fell nicely over his right eye. [If you’ve played Mass Effect, think of Garrus’s HUD device.] He took a second to run a small optical cable [barely six millimeters in diameter] from his armor’s neck collar to the input slot on the back of the device, and initialize it. With that done, he double-checked his ship’s status remotely, made sure she was locked down, then he headed across the hanger.
As he drew closer to the Havoc, he couldn’t help but notice that it was very heavily armed. He wasn’t sure whether to classify it as a Dropship or a heavy corvette due to it's heavy weapons load. From the looks of her, she was heavily armed, armored, and probably quite fast. A perfect Gunship. The young Jedi let out a low whistle as he made a slow circle around the ship, taking in every single facet of her construction with a ravenous interest. “She’s a beauty…” The Cyran male said to himself, completely oblivious of the world around him, save for the AG-60 Havoc.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on May 29, 2008 17:06:40 GMT -5
The bay floor lowered, straight down, and formed a ramp. As the sealed interior hissed as it met outside atmosphere, an angry voice could be heard.
"--And we'll need to replace the IG-43. The starboard stabilizer will need attention, as well as the engines. The abominable thing keeps backfiring, even though we've "Fixed" it 6 times." Said an irate man. "And we've spent 9 rockets, of all things. One of the bloody things misfired because of the mynocks, and nearly killed us all! Can you imagine the explosion it would've made with all the other rockets!?" He nearly yelled. "Oh... Sorry. Yes. Do whatever needs to be done, with the best parts you've got. I can pay you for your time. Money isn't an object, after that haul...." The human male said. "I'll get right on it sir." Stammered a younger man, in a bright flourescent orange jumpsuit, stained with who knew what. "We'll need to get more equipment...." The male said, to a female next to him, who was equally stone-faced.
Despite being dressed in the same olive-green jumpsuit that matched the ship's exterior, and wearing a large, bulbous helmet that's visor completely obscured her face behind a big black visor, it was clear to see she was a jedi, even if her scruffy tom-boy exterior belied that. She stood with poise and articulation; hints of a deliciously toned and angelic body were caught here and there, when cargo pockets, patches, or overall baginess did not obscure her lithe form. Out of the back of the helmet flowed a river of constantly moving gold; her blonde hair whipped about her back as the air from the ship venting slowly escaped the hold. The only thing that did not instantly classify her as a total spacer was the sabers that were secured in holsters built into the ones that held two modified disruptor pistols. Even then, they still looked like they might've been tools for a spacer, or even equipment for her weapons. A trained eye would be needed to tell otherwise. She followed the male off the ship's ramp with purpose; their boots made loud metal clomps as she stepped off the ship. The befuddled maitenence tech. stood scratching his head as he looked up at the ship, but shrugged and began to make orders/requests.
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Post by Jiang on May 29, 2008 17:30:09 GMT -5
Daniel watched the man and woman, the Havoc's crew by his guess, disembark after another, younger-looking male. He took one last, longing look up at one of the Havoc's missle racks, and wondered if he could find a way to modify the Lavi's interior bomb racks to carry missles. He thought for a moment, then shrugged off the idea. That would take time and money, neither of which he had very much of. He sighed, gave himself a mental kick, then turned to walk away, only to collide with the maintenance tech.
"Huh? Oh, sorry." Kapeni quickly apologized, taking a step back from the human. He once again turned to leave, weaving his way around some part bins and out of the bay. He took a look back over his shoulder at the Pilots of the gunship, and briefly wondered if they were Jedi or Mercs. He settled on Jedi when he saw the female's lightsabers. "My God, Kapeni, get moving!" He growled at himself, after realizing that he had yet again lost focus on his mission. Which was very much so unlike him. A minute or so of walking later, Kapeni was once again by his Gunship. He patted the old girl's side, then started in tinkering with the left midsection engine nacelle, just to kill time.
[This was one of my longer posts, but not one of my better ones. Sorry.]
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on May 29, 2008 17:59:41 GMT -5
"We almost didn't make it out of that one alive, Dom." Growled the woman, flicking back her visor. "We can't keep it up, you know. The laws and numbers are against us, you know. Our odds are already shot, and we'll be next if we keep this up." She growled, as they walked off. "Yes, I know. But it pays, and we still gotta eat." The male retorted, every bit as angry with the last run and their predicament. "We'll quit after another 10 runs. Promise." He said. "You said that 4 runs ago!" The woman protested, outraged. "Just keep working with me Az. I promise we'll get through it." He said, trying to placate her. It worked.... A little. She still audibly grumbled protests all the way to the 5th grand hall, where they met the knight that presented them with the assignment, and headed to one of the many quiet private rooms.
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Post by Jiang on May 29, 2008 18:20:23 GMT -5
*Nearly a hour later*
As fate would have it for Kapeni, his contract was canceled at the last minute. Given up to some other pilot who was 'Better equipped to protect the cargo' than he was. He quietly cursed his luck, then took a deep breath and calmed down. No sense getting all riled up about things you can't change. That's what his father always said. Daniel decided that the best way to calm down, and to find a new contract, would be to go down to the Jedi Academy's version of a mess hall. After asking a passerby for directions, the young Knight managed to navigate his way through the halls of the academy down into the Cafeteria. A short while later, the Cyran pilot settled down in a booth off to the side of the dining area, where most of the other pilots were sitting. At first, he was a little surprised to see so many of his fellow Cyrans in the area, but after thinking about it for a minute it wasn't too surprising. Thanks to the Jedi Order, his kind had become less and less reclusive and more involved in the day-to-day proceedings of the Galaxy. He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, and immediatly wished he hadn't upon realizing that his 'lunch' was some kind of pasta dish... But it wasn't exactly appetizing. He sighed and dug in anyways, while listening to some of the other pilot's chatting and trading tales of adventure and danger.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on May 29, 2008 18:35:56 GMT -5
".... And the Quantum influx capacitators are working normally now. I replaced the old ones with new ones because they developed memories on them. It's partly why your engine kept fluctuating on you. The other reason was your series B-17 burner/oxidizer was bad. It wasn't completely burning the fuel." The tech finished explaining the repairs. "Excellent. Here's the money. Thanks again." The man said, handing the man a large wad of credits and completely ignoring the nearly popped-out eyeballs he suffered when he saw all the money in place. "The extra 5,000's for your speedy work. We do reward good work...." He said, slipping on his flight gloves. The tech departed with the money, and was not seen from again.
"Right. So we're stuck here with another 300,000 until Wednesday again, and we can't send it." The woman said, leaning back in her flight-chair, and taking off her helmet, letting it clatter to the floor next to her seat. "Yeah, I know. So much fun...." The man said, doing likewise, only adding a sarcastic little twirl of his finger in a noise-maker motion, to add to the sarcasm. "Look at the bright side. We only owe another 870,000 before the Hutts agree to do business...." The woman groaned furiously, running her gloved hands through her own hair, and practically pulling it out in frustration. "Yeah. Only 870,000....." The male grumbled.
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Post by Jiang on May 29, 2008 19:05:39 GMT -5
After eating a meal that very nearly made him throw up, and spending a completly useless thirty minutes in the Cafeteria, Kapeni decided it was time to get back to the hanger and to his Gunship. After disposing of his meal tray, the Cyran jogged back up to the Hanger and headed straight to his bay. Since he still had time on his hands, he decided to go ahead and re-load the missile racks. After enlisting the aid of a Wookie and another Cyran, Daniel began the fairly labourous process of removing a pair of Missile Magazines from the cargo bay of his Gunship and installing the missiles in the twelve-round rotary magazines. He was pleasently surprised to find that with help, reloading the partially-expended magazines took only a few minutes. Just like it was supposed to. After thanking the two helpers and giving them some credits for their troubles, he climbed aboard the gunship, sealed up the rear hatch, fired up the engines, and began to ease the ship out of the hanger. He heard a rumor of a ancient Imperial treasure ship showing up in decaying orbit around the forest moon of Endor, and figured that if nothing else it would kill time and earn him some salvage and a souvenir or two... If it hadn't already been picked clean by looters.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on May 29, 2008 20:59:35 GMT -5
[[ S'a good idea. How should mine follow you out dere? ]]
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Post by Jiang on May 29, 2008 22:13:27 GMT -5
[Hmmm... I can think of two ideas right now. A: There's a fairly lucrative contract out for anyone willing to follow and document Kapeni's activties for a while, as he's suspected of selling a Sith Holocron to a hostile faction. B: Since it appears that Dom is in debt to some very powerful people, perhaps he too could hear of the rumor and decide to make his way out there seperatly from Kapeni.]
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on May 30, 2008 17:26:24 GMT -5
[[ I wrote ub3r-h00g3 book post earlier, but the computer died and I lost it. Since i'm too lazy, aggravated, and being hounded by my mom to get off, so I'm not in the mood to rewrite. Basically, they're headed to endor to deliver ub3r-'portant cargo that needs to get there ASAP. They'll be in-system about an hour after you. ]]
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Post by Jiang on Jun 3, 2008 10:31:37 GMT -5
[Yeesh, sorry 'bout that Raf. I know how it feels to have the comp fail me. I've lost more than a few posts because of that. And BTW, sorry I've been gone. My Internet Service and their so-called 'Customer Care' people are a bunch of sniveling little evil b@tards who deserve to be shocked into bubbling puddles of Organic Goo with Force Lightening.] The Lavi II Light Corvette dropped back into Realspace on the Dark Side of Endor. Which, unfortunatly for Daniel Kapeni, happened to be right where a ancient Imperial Eclipse-class Star Destroyer was sitting. "Dammit, NOT AGAIN!" Daniel yelled, yanking back on the stick in a desperate attempt to avoid flying right into the ISD's hull. The Lavi snapped 90 degrees straight up in less than a second, then by some miracle, she managed to only barely nick the ISD's hull. [after free-floating for a thousand years, the shields are... Well, broken.] Surprisingly, the sudden change of direction, coupled with high-power bursts from the manuver thrusters, slowed the Lavi so much that she was 'sitting' atop a Taim & Bak Turbolaser Turret. After just 'sitting' there for about ten seconds, Kapeni decided that moving would probably be good. He applied a little vertical thrust, easing the Lavi II off the turret. With that done, he ordered the Corvette's AI to scan the Eclipse-class warship's schematics, and also to scan for atmoshpere and life-signs aboard the derelict vessel. While the AI diligently worked on the tasks assigned, Kapeni flew low over the ship's upper hull, looking for any potenial entry point, and also taking note of the fact that the ship had seen much better days. There were literally hundreds of thousands of pock and scorch marks in the hull, evidence of a great battle fought eons ago. There was also a single, ten meter wide eighty meter deep hole punched right into the center of the ship, right where the Main Gun's focusing crystals were housed. Strange thing about the blast site was that the area looked had exploded outward, like a round had penetrated the vessel's thick armour and exploded with devastating force within. "Must have been a MAC gun impact, or one helluva torpedo hit." Daniel muttered to himself, as he took a moment to activate the Lavi II's battle recording gear. He figured that if nothing else, he could sell high-def recordings of the ship to a museum, since the Eclipse class ships were very poorly documented back when they were in production. After spending a hour floating about the ship, he finally tired of being a tourist and headed to a large Fighter Bay on the left side of the ship. After remarkably little effort, Kapeni eased the monstrous Lavi II into the hanger and set her down near the rear, with her nose facing the exit. He was surprised to see that the Lavi II took up barely a fifth of the Hanger's avalible space. The ISD must have at one point carried a amazing complement of Fighters. Once he had geared up with a powerful Ravager EBR-45 Heavy Pulse Rifle and a G-15 Pulse Pistol [Which greatly resembles the ancient FN Five SeveN, complete with laser/TacLight assembly] Kapeni eased his way out of his ship and locked it down. He checked the rifle a few times, shifted the chestplate on his old Coalition-issue battle armour then set off towards a airlock nearby, his armor-plated boots making surprisingly little noise. As he drew near the airlock, he couldn't help but feel that something was off... As if he wasn't alone in the ancient warship.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Jun 3, 2008 16:37:33 GMT -5
Gorgoroth hit normal space about 2 minutes after the Lavi entered the Star Destroyer. It was on the other side of the planet though, nowhere near the possibly hostile space around the ship. "We're getting the trans. from the Jedi on the tightwave. It's encrypted; I'll get to work on it now." Said the female. "Right. 2 to atmospheric entry anyways, so be snappy about it. The last thing we can afford is to lose contact during docking instructions." The male said. Moments later, they were headed planet-side.
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Post by Jiang on Jun 3, 2008 16:52:01 GMT -5
Kapeni made it through the airlock with no problem at all. He was surprised, the life support systems of the ship were running fine, and judging by the lighting, the ISD wasn't starved for power either. Odd, for a ship so heavily damaged externally should be performing so well internally. "Carlyle, send a direct sensor feed to my HUD, will ya?" He ordered into his helmet's comms system. A few moments later, a male voice with a heavy british/scottish accent drifted back over the comms. "Aye aye, laddie. And boy, you be advised, there's movement in front of ya." Carlyle responded. As ordered, a sensor feed popped into Kapeni's HUD. And he didn't like what it showed. One bright red blip, representing possibly hostile contacts, just around the next corner of the corridor. Daniel swallowed hard, gripped his rifle and brought it to his shoulder, then quietly snuck up to the corner. He peeked around, and nearly took a dump in his pants when he saw what was around the corner. It looked like a Stormtrooper at first glance, but it stood nearly a full meter taller than the average Human. "Aw Snap." He muttered, as the strange thing spotted him and raised some kind of weapon at him. But Kapeni was quicker, loosing a ten-round volley of Energy Pulse rounds into the thing's chest. To his great surprise, the volley smashed in the chest plate and sent the thing toppling to the ground, smoke belching from the gaping hole in it's chest. "A Droid!?" He muttered to himself, stepping out around the corner and staring down at it. For the moment, there were no more contacts on the sensors. But he could sense something off... This droid was likely the only one aboard [For it was a Phase III Dark trooper, of which only one or two were made] but still, he sensed... Something. A presence. The droid hadn't gotten to that specific corridor on it's own, after all...
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Jun 3, 2008 20:07:34 GMT -5
"Welcome to Endor, friends." Said the haggard jedi in the commscreen. "You can't believe how glad we are to see you." She obviously meant it; she was looking incredibly slim, and dirty. "We've got your cargo ready for you. All you need to do is give us our landing coordinates." The male said. "Excellent. Transmitting data to you now. I hope you didn't have to fight passed many ships...." She said. "Come to think of it, we haven't seen a single one, yet...." The male answered, now wary. "I hope our luck holds. Gods know we can't afford to pay for any more repairs...." She growled, concentrating on flying the ship. "Yeah, I know. Eyes up; we should be over the pad soon." The ship slowed, until it was skimming the massive trees by inches, at a slow walk's pace. "And here we are." The male said. A moment later, what might've been a normal, unassuming tree, now dissapeared completely as they flew close enough to have crashed directly into the conical canopy. It dissapeared; they flew and dissapeared right into the holographic tree. Where the original used to be, now was the large, 60-foot-wide stump the real tree possessed. The ship landed on it easily, with a few feet to spare. Jedi of many kinds immediately flocked out to intercept the load. "I wonder if they're more relieved to see US, or the LOAD....?" The woman sighed, sarcastically.
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Post by Jiang on Jun 3, 2008 20:27:02 GMT -5
One, then two hours passed as Kapeni pressed deeper and deeper into the ship. He was getting really jumpy now. "Carlyle, I'm comin' back. We'll wait for a search team to help us out on this one." He called out over the comms. A few seconds passed, and no response. "Carlyle, please respond, over." A few more seconds, and still nothing. "Crap."
Daniel turned and started jogging back down the corridor he was in, but a alarm went off and the blast doors on the end of the corridor slammed shut, cutting off the quick-and-easy route to his Lavi II. "D@mn." He growled, whirling around and bolting down the passage to the other end. He raced out of the corridor and into a large munitions magazine for one of the ISD's Torpedo launchers, just in time to avoid being trapped in the corridor. He grumbled, then started looking around. After exploring the room for five minutes, he found a way out through a access panel in the ceiling of the control room. He got into the service tunnel overhead, which was cramped but it beat being stuck with a bunch of thousand year old torpedoes. He started to make his way down the tunnel, and went about four hundred meters before he became hopelessly lost. "Double D@mn."
After cursing himself a few times, Kapeni got a idea. The ship had a high-power comms system with access panels all througout this paticular maintenance tube. Pretty convient, but he wasn't complaining. He hacked into one of the terminals, and after frustrating himself to no end for ten minutes, he finally got it to repeat a simple signal that would broadcast to the edge of the solar system on all civilian and Jedi freq's. It was the following series of beeping sounds: Dot-dot-dot-dash-dash-dash-dot-dot-dot. The ancient Maritime SOS signal. With luck, someone would recognize it soon. Kapeni, not one to stick around in dusty tunnels, once again starting moving around. Sooner or later he'd find a way out. Or get even more lost.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Jun 3, 2008 20:48:09 GMT -5
"So the 'scope is in this box. Please be careful with it. Make sure noone gets a hold of it that doesn't need to; we were told some pretty nastying things about this little gadget." Said the male, leaning on a wooden crate about chest-high. "And with that, that should be the end of our delivery. Sign here, here, here, here, initial here, write the code there, and sign here." He said, flipping through the information on the pad. "Of course. You have our heartfelt thanks!!" Said the jedi leader, who eagerly signed all paper work. "Pass my reguards on to Ki-Amu-Inday....." She said.
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Post by Jiang on Jun 3, 2008 20:57:19 GMT -5
Kapeni made his way out of the tunnel and into a storage room filled with emergency rations. He thought for a moment, then picked a few up and stuffed them into his rucksack. Not to eat, but to sell to a mueseum. They were always buying stuff like that. Once he had filled his rucksack, he zipped out of the storeroom and into a hallway, which seemed to lead down to a vehicle bay at the very end. Couldn't hurt to check it out...
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