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[IC] The Lesser of Two Heresies.
HexaDoken:
"Oh, sure, I'll call you as you wish, my dear friend Ljaih."
LuckyDee:
"Okay, Lijah, before you got here, what did your charming personality do for you besides not making friends?"
Klear:
"Hey, I've made a lot of friends in the past," he answer somewhat defensively. "Quite a few enemies as well, I'll admit. But that's just how it goes when you live on the underside of the society.
LuckyDee:
"No argument there. But seeing as you were obviously in some kind of gang, you must have proven your worth on more than one occasion, other than just being nice to people..."
Silhar:
As you were walking past another corridor in the twisted metal maze, talking, someone bumped at Doken, almost making him trip and fall over. Almost.
The man was apparently tired, breathless. His face was long and delicate, yet beaten beyond recognition, his bloodshot eyes were a little slant, pupils almost covering them all. He was clad in some exotic clothing, now bloodied and tattered.
"You've got to help me, stranger...", he whispered with a strangely soft voice, pushing something into the mercenary's free hand. "Take it... Take it away, don't let them... Take it to someone similar to me, I beg you!"
Afterwards, he pushed the soldier over out of his way and tried to run forward, yet a sudden burst of las impaled and scorched his chest.
He fell to the ground, lifeless.
Two guards took him by his arms, dragging body further, then behind some turn. Apparently they didn't notice what the fugitive did.
Inside his palm, Doken noticed a small jewel of deep blue color. It was oval, polished clean and somewhat heavy for an item of this size. For a moment it also seemed to flash a bit with some inner light as the prisoner collapsed to the ground.
Above all, it looked strange. As in "stranger".
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