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*Looks at her sadly, then just walks up and hugs her.* It's okay, cher. I think I know what it is.
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Rich-Looking man: I am Emir Haroun al-Rashid. Current spokesman for the Council of Wandering Emirates.
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*The Rich-looking man smiles.* Rich-looking man: We will send the coordinates presently. *The Colossus receives the coordinates.*
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*The man looks about at his comrades, and they nod as well.* Rich-looking man: Indeed. We have been informed of your hostilities in our main city. We do infact ask that you refrain from doing so again. *He looks about again, and they nod.* Rich-looking man: We also offer our assistance in finding what you are looking for,…
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*They find several older looking men in traditional Muslim attire, meaning robes and clothe. There are several women as well, in black shrouds. One smiles at Eldax.* Rich-looking Elder: Salam, Android. May the sun warm your brow lightly and Allah guide your steps.
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*They get an invite to transport to a station in orbit. Meanwhile, the fleet of the Alahambrains surrounds the Colossus.*
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Well, now we get to shoot sh*t. *Smiles at her, looking like he just suggested a walk in the park.*
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*Puts a hand on her shoulder.* Settle down. It's okay. We just need to make it to the bridge.
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*Opens the door for her, after breaking the locking mechanism.*
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Jean: Naval victories don't count! I mean, do you want me to recite all of Napoleon's victories? 'Cause I can! *He sticks his tongue out at her, then dumps the chips on a plate and walks over to the couch.*
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Jean: Besides women. The British women are awesome. I mean, Elizabeth!? Great! And don't even get me started on Victoria! *He smiles at her, hoping she won't punish him.*
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Jean: Woman next door. She's a traditionalist. *He smiles at her.* Jean: Thought I'd try to make one of the few things that the British do right.
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Jean: Hmm? *He flips the chips over in the fryer, which seems to have come from no where.*
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*The man waves at her, then tosses her her bag.* Man: You will need this apprentice. *He then slams the door shut.*
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*Jean starts frying up some chips. He also has the disruptor next to him.*
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*He holds her closer, then pulls back and frames her face with his hands.* Jean: Shouldn't we be preparing for the epic showdown?
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Jean: Tomorrow is my birthday. The day we can legally be betrothed... the day we could just go to a priest or something and get it official. *He kisses her.* Jean: Tomorrow will be one of the few days that I will remember and love forever.
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Jean: No, it's- *He kisses her.* Jean: That's the magic word in French.
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*Jean looks away and starts to blush slightly.* Jean: Well... it depends. Whats the magic word?
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Jean: Nope. You're either gonna take a guess or coerce me.
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Jean: Take a guess.
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Jean: I feel it's just improper. *He crosses his arms, and smiles at her.* Jean: Tomorrow.
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*He tries not to watch too intently.* Jean: Well... I guess I need to get that disruptor now?
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Lissan: Promise. *She hangs up.* Jean: That... didn't sound like a pleasant conversation...
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Lissan, quietly: At this point? I just want to kill you...
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Lissan: Oh, really? Why can't I just surprise you and beat your TRIBBLE?
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Lissan: Oh, why would I tell you? Surprise is the best part...
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*There is no answer to the knock, meanwhile, the Colossus is asked politely to stop blaring their message on all channels, and to proceed to certain coordinates for governmental introduction.*
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Lissan: I'm coming for you b*tch.
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Man: ... Whatever you say, Captain. *He turns and walks into the door.*