The Orion Incident Rebooted(IC)
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				Title: <strong>The Orion Incident Rebooted(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 04:57:12</strong>
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				On the edge of colonized space, LV-4985 is home to the small ore mining colony of Collinsport. The colony itself is financed by the Weyland-Yutani Corporation. For of twenty-five years it has been a model ‘shake and bake’ colony. Productive, secluded and an utterly peaceful place to live. After first having achieved a breathable atmosphere fifteen years ago, LV-4985 now sports a flourishing jungle centered within the large canyon system in which Collinsport is located. However the remainder of the planet’s surface is still quite barren of life, though it does have the capacity to eventually support it.<br><br>As the USS Anchorage neared its destination, the ship's dormant systems slowly came online, first the life support, then the lights, then several minutes later the cryo tube rooms came online, slowly defrosting the sleeping marines. After a few minutes the tubes had all opened up. FATHER, the super computer system at the heart of U.S. military high command had completed the resuscitation procedures and every marine’s bio-signs were reading at 100 percent. First Squad had survived their journey through space and now they were only 10 hours from LV-4985.<br><br>As soon as the last marine had woken FATHER's voice chimed in over the ship's speakers. "Attention, attention, shipboard time is now Oh-Six-Hundred. Morning meals will be served in the galley between Oh-Six-Thirty and Oh-Six-Forty-Five. That is all."<br><br><hr><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name:</strong> Wade Reynolds<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; USS Anchorage<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Waking Up From Cryo<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Everyone </div><br><br>Wade groaned softly as his body slowly began to wake from cryosleep. <em>Fuck</em> he thought as the first real sensation that greeted his mind was a horrible taste in his mouth. The same horrible taste he always got after waking from cryo. He'd actually gone to see a doctor about it once and the doc had just told him that it was all in his head. But Wade wasn't too sure about that, he much preferred to think of it as several month old morning breath. After he opened his eyes he looked around the cryotube room. He was the first awake, just like he always had been since he'd joined up with the squad. A small grin spread across his lips at the thought, it wasn't actually because he woke up faster, it was in fact because it was standard USCM policy to have FATHER wake up each unit's officers just a half minute earlier than those under their command. The idea behind it being that the officer would always seem to be just a tad bit quicker than the grunts, and therefore help him keep up the 'proper' image of himself.&nbsp; He'd learned that little factoid at OCS and very few people other than officers had any knowledge of that little fact. <br><br>As the rest of the squad started to stir and wake Wade finished stepping out of his cryotube and stood calmly in his boxers. He heard father's announcement, the computer was giving them 30 minutes to get ready for chow. Once he saw that McLowell was fully awake he calmly spoke to him "Sarge, get the squad ready for chow then have them hustle to the galley, I don't want anyone missing breakfast."<br><br>With that Wade turned and started walking towards the showers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orion Incident Rebooted(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 16:56:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c9/Pippa_small.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Pippa<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; USS Anchorage<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Re-activating after cryo<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone <br><br><br>Cryo-sleep was different for Synthetics. Unlike their human counterparts, androids did not really need to spend their interstellar travel in a cryo-pod. In fact, some of them spent the trips activated. It was different for synthetics on all-human units. Studies had shown that the android-human cooperation was more optimal if the synthetic behaved as a regular human as often as possible. That also meant that Pippa was required to mimic cryo-sleep whenever they traveled on a starship. Her version of sleep was shutting down her internal systems to a standby mode that used up nearly no energy. Her systems were then nudged online by the ship’s computers. Her systems became fully active again around the time that their commanding officer exited his pod. <br><br>Pippa too rose to sit up, and then swung her legs out of the pod. She stood on her own feet for the first time in a while again, but unlike humans she never had wobbly legs or sore joints. After seeing the Lieutenant talk to the Top, she followed him to the showers. The desire for a shower after her time in the pod was something she shared with humans. She stripped out of her standard issue Marine boyshorts and tank and turned on the water. The sensation of warm water on skin wasn’t quite as pleasurable for a synthetic as it would be for a human, but Pippa did appreciate the simple joy of washing the dirt of her skin. She was already furiously scrubbing herself clean when more and more of her squadmates entered the showers. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orion Incident Rebooted(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 19:10:06</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name:</strong> Jenna ‘Firefly’ Thewes<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Anchorage<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Emerging from cryo<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br></div><br>A lot of people won’t dream while in cryo-stasis. Some believe it’s simply a means to an end. Your body is turned off so it can survive a long journey, nothing more. But Jenna has always had a different view of it. She has a busy life, there are many people in it who depend on her. And sometimes, a little away time is good, even if it is something as simple as cryo. And she always believed she does have dreams while in cryo-stasis. She can never for certain recite them, but she always felt she was aware of them. Perhaps she dreams of the destination, of fighting alongside her squad, or of places she has long forgotten, or things she doesn’t even know she knows about. Things she keeps to herself.<br><br>The lights around her flicker to life, and she just continues to lay there. She is clad in just a pair of shorts and a tank top, her usual fare when she sleeps. The lid to her cryo chamber slides open slowly, and she continues to lay there for a few more moments. Her first sensation is disorientation, for a moment forgetting exactly where she is. Her eyes flicker open, and with a soft groan she pushes herself into a sitting position. Through half closed eyes she looks around the vast room towards her comrades, absently rubbing her arms as she sits there in the cryo tube. Her knees draw up, and her hands move to her legs, absently rubbing them, as if to wake them up. <br><br>Her whole body turns, and slowly she pushes herself out of the cryo tube, her feet touching the metallic deck. She leans against her cryo tube as she looks to ensure everyone else is waking up, not that she expects them not to. But you never know. Movement catches her eyes.. the squad leader and the synthetic. Her eyes move towards the floor in front of her, and she pushes off of the cryo tube slowly. Her pace is just as slow, her mind and body still in the process of waking up. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orion Incident Rebooted(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 19:30:32</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong>Timothy Holt<br><strong>Location:</strong>USS Anchorage<br><strong>Summary:</strong>Waking from cryo<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br><br>Timothy woke up, groaning slightly as the sensation returned to his body. He sat up slowly, running his hand over his face. Then started to rub some more feeling into his legs. He had been caught out once to often trying to walk with numb legs, and as amusing as it was to the other members of his squad he was loathe to repeat it. He swung his legs over the side of his capsule placing his feet on the floor, wincing slightly at the sterile coldness. <br>He stood up and started towards the bathroom. After taking care of his ablutions he started towards the showers, noticing the Lt already in there and the synthetic removing her clothes to take her own shower. <br>"She'd be attractive if no one told you she wasn't real" He thought to himself, removing his own shorts and throwing them into the laundry chute. He however considered her just another piece of hardware. <br>He turned on the tap and stood under the showerhead with his head lowered and his hands resting on the wall. Letting the hot water thaw him out. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orion Incident Rebooted(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DrGrim</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 09:29:15</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name:</strong> Dixie Reedus<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Anchorage <br><strong>Summary:</strong> waking up from cryo<br><strong>Tagged</strong> everyone<br></div><br>Dixie woke up startled and quickly reached to the right side of her torso where her combat knife usually was when she slept in a normal bed. She panicked when she didn't find her trusty blade beside her. Then she heard several groans around her and the sound of bare feet on the metal floor. She recognized the noises and slow heavy foot steps that her squad members made after waking up any time they woke up from both regular and cryo sleep. <br><br><br>Dixie&nbsp; calmed herself down and meditated for a while to get focused. While she was meditating she wiggled her toes and stretched and flexed her legs until they were fully awake. When she felt she was good and ready she sat up and placed her feet on the floor. She held on to the cryo pod for a minute as she stood. She was a bit scared that her legs would give out on her. Dixie frowned because she remembered the first time she woke up from a cryo sleep she had jumped right out of the pod stayed standing on the floor for about a second and fell straight to the ground when her legs gave out on her. After that she had become the laughing stock of the first squad she was assigned to.<br><br><br>Dixie finally let go of the cryo pod and took a step away. She was pleased that her legs held her up and that they cause her to fall and look like a fool in front of her fellow squad members. Because it would be such a shame if she became a fool in the eyes of squad members she was actually kind of fond of. Dixie started to make her way towards the showers. As she got close to the showers she let down her hair and started to take her tank top and shorts off. She felt like she had about three months worth of dirt all over her and she was in dire need of a hot shower. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orion Incident Rebooted(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 14:01:41</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name:</strong> Roland "Bookie" Zafe<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Anchorage <br><strong>Summary:</strong> Waking up<br><strong>Tagged</strong> everyone<br>[/left]<br><br>"36... 37... 38" Roland managed to spout out just a few more numbers as he realized he was waking up, he had been trying to figure out just how much his thoughts froze, it seemed like he could keep a count, which was most than more could manage, it was certainly most than what he could manage in normal sleep so it wasn't the same.<br><br>Still deep in thought he headed to the showers, maybe he would make a bet at some point about keeping count while in cryo sleep. Removing his clothes he went in and opened the water, only when the hot water hit him, and a slight pain went through his legs did he realize how numb they were, luckily it was over soon.<br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orion Incident Rebooted(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtFox</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 20:52:30</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Sergeant Geoff McLowell<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; USS Anchorage<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Getting up<br><strong>Tagged</strong>&nbsp; Everyone<br></div><br>Geoff woke up only slightly groggy as the cryosleep released it's grip on him.&nbsp; He'd always been a fast adapter for the cryo procedure, going under and waking up without the nausea that seemed to plague some people.&nbsp; When he opened his eyes to scan the chamber, he ran a mental checklist of everyone present.&nbsp; As expected, the Lt and the Synth were the first ones up (He'd figured out some time back that the computer cheated in Lt's case), and the others were coming around as well.&nbsp; He acknowledged the Lt's order with a crisp "Aye Sir!" even though he'd just opened his eyes.<br><br>He clamped the extra-strong stogie between his teeth as he got up, working out a couple of muscle cramps as he did so.&nbsp; When he saw that everyone was more or less awake and moving, he started towards the showers himself and barked out a few orders while he went, loud and clear enough to carry over the sounds of water and conversation.<br><br>"All right people, the ship generously gave us half an hour to clean our ugly selves up, but I expect every soldier to be sitting and ready to eat in the galley at Oh-Six-Twenty-Five! We ain't going to a ball here, ladies and gentlemen, so move it!"<br><br>Suiting words to actions, he moved swiftly to the showers, cleaning himself up in an efficient manner, hardly taking fifteen minutes before he was pulling on last of his combat fatigues and moving towards the galley, chewing on his stogie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orion Incident Rebooted(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 16:55:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c9/Pippa_small.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Pippa<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; USS Anchorage<br><strong>Summary:</strong> heading to the galley<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone <br><br><br>Pippa had finished washing herself a moment after the sergeant. Getting dressed was a very efficient routine for the android, in which she was ultra-economical in her movements. Now in her combat attire, she followed the Top to the galley. Strictly speaking as a synthetic, she did not require nutrition. Her energy was drawn from a powercell, not food. However, as most androids embedded in human units, she had the habit of joining her squadmates for meals. Her android body was designed to take in human food and beverages. Even though they held no energetic value, they could easily be processed. Even so, Pippa was a very light eater.<br><br>She put her tray down opposite the sergeant and shook a protein drink before opening the bottle. She took a swig from the drink, the liquid giving her detailed sensory input about its composition and nutritional value. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orion Incident Rebooted(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>42ftw</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 22:14:46</strong>
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				&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Cody Smith<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Anchorage<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>Smith coughed as he awoke from his sleep in the freezer, as he called it. He shook his head, trying to get rid of some of the disorientation before he stepped out of the cryostasis pod. Following his usual routine Smith headed to the shower to was off.<br><br>He entered and flipped on the water, jumping back as hot water hit his skin, catching the marine off guard. "Sonofabitch!" He cursed as he jumped back. He growled before stepping under the water and adjusting to the temperature of the water.<br><br>Cody washed quickly and changed into his gear before meeting up with the others.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orion Incident Rebooted(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 12:30:47</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>:Timothy Holt<br><strong>Location</strong>:USS Anchorage<br><strong>Summary</strong>:Walking to mess hall<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:All<br><br>Timothy finished his shower and dried himself off. He got dressed in his standard issue olive combat fatigues, standard issue white tanktop and olive jacket and combat boots. All designed with the idea of one size fits no one.<br><br>He walked out to the mess, only just realizing how hungry he actually was. Walking in he picked up a tray loaded it with what was available and took his seat in the area reserved for the grunts.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orion Incident Rebooted(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 17:26:30</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name:</strong> Wade Reynolds<br><strong>Location:</strong> &nbsp;Showers Then Mess Hall<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Eating &amp; Giving Orders<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Sarge, Pippa </div>Wade managed to hold back a full on laugh as Cody scalded himself with the shower water. A few moments later, satisfied that he was clean and therefore done washing himself off, Wade got out of the showers. He walked his way over to his locker and calmly pulled out his change of clothing.&nbsp;<br><br>He was still about half a step ahead of the rest of the squad, with the exception of Pippa who was already ahead of him. &nbsp;<br><br>Once in the ship's galley Wade allowed the others to get their food and then got his food and walked to the table that the rest of the squad members were seated at. He knew that most officers would have a thing or two to say about his eating with the 'grunts.' But he had always felt that it helped those under his command if they saw their commander alongside them instead of lording over them. That having been said he rarely took part in the discussions between the squad's members.<br><br>After he swallowed a spoonful of what the ship's computer had claimed was oatmeal Wade addressed Sarge. "Sarge," he said "I'll be entering my briefing after I finish here. I want you to oversee weapons and equipment check. Make sure everything we are taking down is in working order. Once that's done I should be finished myself and I'll provide you with the mission brief."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orion Incident Rebooted(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtFox</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 00:04:25</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name:</strong> Geoff "Sarge" McLowell<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Mess Hall<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Eating and paying attention<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Wade, Pippa </div><br>Geoff shoveled the food look-a-like into his mouth without much concentration, his hands on automatic.&nbsp; The stuff didn't taste of much anything, which just reinforced the sergeant's opinion that no sane man worked in the military.&nbsp; He gave Pippa a brief nod, in a way including the synth among the squad members in his mental tally.&nbsp; They were darn useful in tight spots, so he didn't see the point of the pro-humanist hatemongers.<br><br>He looked up as the Lt ambled over with a tray, taking a seat with him and the synth.&nbsp; He dipped his head and aknowledged him with a soft, yet firm, "Sir."&nbsp; Since the officer hadn't waited for him to stand before sitting down, he assumed this conversation was to be semi-relaxed.&nbsp; Which was only a good thing, as mess hall was supposed to be a relaxed place.&nbsp; This Lt, Wade, had proved to be one of the more reasonable commander types he'd worked with.&nbsp; Geoff listened to the Lt's comments avidly while swallowing his own ...food-ish substance.&nbsp; When the topic touched on the briefing, Geoff glanced at the Lt sharply, then offered a few comments after his superior had finished speaking.<br><br>"Sir, see if you can pull a little more detail than normal out of the brass.&nbsp; Something about this op stinks; the pre-flight info was even sparser than usual, and the usual tells us squat.&nbsp; We've been through a couple of skirmishes with this squad, but this painful throb I've got in my left elbow tells me this might have potential for a FUBAR on a level I haven't often seen.&nbsp; I recommend extra care in this case, Sir."<br><br>Geoff had run his right hand over his left elbow absently while speaking, it had been shot all to hell in his last properly FUBAR mission, years before the current squad had even been put together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orion Incident Rebooted(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 04:26:43</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name:</strong> Roland "Bookie" Zafe<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Anchorage <br><strong>Summary:</strong> Eating<br><strong>Tagged</strong> everyone<br><br><br>Roland head to the mess hall quickly after the shower and getting dressed, he was hungry and also had no intention of missing whatever little people thought of the mission so far. He had a taste of the food, most people hated it but he actually had developed somewhat of a taste for it, and honestly thought he would miss it if he didn't have it anymore.<br><br>Hearing Sarge's request to the Lieu he announced "We have tingly feelings for FUBAR, I'm taking bets for your measure of Charlie Foxtrot, 1 to 10. 1 means everything goes according to plan and pays 5 to 1. Who is in?"</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orion Incident Rebooted(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 00:47:10</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name</strong>:Timothy Holt<br><strong>Location</strong>:USS Anchorage<br><strong>Summary</strong>:Walking to mess hall<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:All</div><br>Timothy scooped up a portion of what he had to assume was breakfast (he got it from the canteen at least) and shoved it in his mouth, immediately regretting it. It had the consistency of watery porridge and the taste vaguely reminiscent of card. <br>His old squad leader through boot used to joke that you cold enjoy it if you didn't imagine it having the same texture as snot. He'd then laugh slap them on the back and say in his cheery voice "Its good for you, enjoy it."<br><br>He must have been making a face whilst eating as when he looked up he saw a few of his other squad mates looking at him with quizzical expressions on his face. <br>He smiled back, shovelling another spoonful of "breakfast" into his mouth. "just like mama used to make" washing it down with a cup of protein shake. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orion Incident Rebooted(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 02:33:30</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name:</strong> Jenna ‘Firefly’ Thewes<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Anchorage<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Chow<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br></div><br>The shower wasn’t something she afforded herself a lot of time for. She had it firmly in her head that if she were to linger in the warm, comforting shower… well it would be that much more difficult to walk away from it. Kind of like that warm quilt on a cold winter’s night. Just not something to be given up so easily. So her shower is quick, as is getting dressed once more. <br><br>She lingers behind the small group heading to the mess hall, her mind at the moment on something else. Well not food, in the least. She thinks about her specialized armor stowed with the rest of their equipment. The so called ‘ape suit’ as it’s affectionately known. She loves what she does in the Marines… which is for the most part.. making things burn and/or melt. Whichever comes first. Her skill in trade. <br><br>Her dark eyes travel along the group as she sits down at the table with her squadmates, holding her plate of… well let’s call it food. This isn’t meant for luxury, either. Just the pure nutritional value, all a squad of trained asskickers would need for a bright kickassey day. She eats a forkful, not caring about the taste, or lack thereof. She sits not far from Pippa, not all seeming to mind so close to the men of the squad. Which isn’t a surprise, of course. They are like her family. <br><br>She’s been silent since they all came out of cryo, just listening. But when Sarge speaks of caution, and his feelings of pre-eminent doom, she does speak up. She sets her fork down, her tone a calm, even one.&nbsp; “With all due respect to your elbow, sir.. if things were going ‘right’ there, we wouldn’t be on our way. If they need the best, then things are all frelled for them.”&nbsp; <br>
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