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Chapter Two: Outlaws
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Faye hangs onto Geralt’s arm and gets up slowly. She looks up at Geralt, willing to follow him for now. She grabs Geralt with one arm and takes her bag with the other, tears slowly streaming down her face as she felt helpless and lost, having no guidance now except for Geralt, so she would let the Lupide be her guide out of this place.
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Apollo scrambled to a starfighter and immediately sets to Midzog’s coordinates. [Andaluza might be following me, but you’re going to go.]
Apollo then ran to the back engine and began warping it over to 10 over functionality radius. [It better work…]
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Andaluza went to the comm panel and typed: Midzog Apollo is on your tail KILL HIM FAST!!
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Wait.. Geralt, upon hearing what Midzog said, realizes that Jack may actually be dead. As Jack slumps to the wall, the blood from the 2 rounds Geralt fired having shot straight into his jaw streaming down his face, he doesn’t respond to Odysseus’ voice or hand being on his face. So, Kika, no, Faye, is with us right now. What does this mean for us? Geralt leads Faye onto Odysseus’ ship and sits her down in one of the few seats on the starboard side. Since Jack didn’t blow a hole in the side of the ship and just kind of appeared inside with dust flying around, we may be able to take the ship back. You and I can pilot her and Ody can have his ship to himself. He can also have Jack on here with him.
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Odysseus stands over Jack’s bleeding body, sobbing. He lifts up Jack’s corpse, and brings it aboard his ship into the portable medbay, his hands shaking. “Faye, get in here! We have to leave! Now! Geralt, pilot the ship. We will leave them fused together. I need both of your guys’ help. Faye, please come here, quickly. Geralt, I trust you. Lay in preset course 314.15 at my helm, please.”
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Faye looks up at Geralt, seeing the body of Jack fall down as she stares at it…Jack was… dead… for real… and it wasn’t by her hand… She lets her breath calm down as she looks up at Geralt, her savior. She stays with him and gets onto the vessel that boarded hers. She looks up at Geralt as he gives his proposition, “A-Annabelle?” She says softly, her face slowly smiling. “Y-Yes! Let’s do that…” She digs though her bag, a bit more exited now that her fears were eradicated for the most part.
She looks up at Geralt as Odysseus calls for them… “You do the talking…if we’re still doing this…”
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Midzog got a message from Andaluza, the small bubble appearing on his holographic display upon his desk. He read Andalzua’s warning, smiling.
“Good.” <i>He sent back. </i>”Tell him he’s invited for dinner.”
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Geralt looks to Faye. Stay right here. Geralt walks back to Odysseus. I’m sorry about Jack. Look we can stay and help you, but we don’t want to lose the other ship. I can commandeer the other ship with her and you follow us to a new the coordinates you gave. We can scrub the entire ship clean so that there is no trace of OGA.
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“Fine, but Faye is coming with me. You can pilot Annabelle to the final destination. Or do I need to remind you that I am your only hope of ever seeing Rose again?” Odysseus’ hands shake, as he pulls out a scalpel, beginning to remove the bullet from Jack’s head.
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Andaluza hacks into Apollo’s star fighter’s communications system. “Midzog will be seeing you now, you’re invited for dinner.”
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Apollo, angry at Andaluza, ripped off the “OGA” seal on the starfighter and threw it into space. “I’m going there anyways…”
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As Apollo approached the base, the hangar opened up, a spotless black marble building with no ships in it.
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I know, I need you to find Rose. I’ll be heading to the coordinates. I’m going to inform Faye. And don’t hurt her. Geralt walks back to Faye. He is allowing me to take the ship to the final destination. I’ll keep it in one piece for you. Oh, he said you have to stay with him. I told him not to hurt you. There’ll be a problem if he does. You gonna be alright?
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Apollo walks in. “Wow, Midzog, did you really invite me for dinner?”
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Midzog was sitting at an elegant black wood table, two seats across from each other. There were two plates on each end, with fine china and silverware, and a single glass, along with velvet handkerchiefs.
“Sit, sit. I’d like to have a chat while we eat, food shall be arriving shortly.”
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