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[bloodbathing]

[ "Augusta" is the name attached to this TAB. The picture is of curved white metal with a stripe of dark orange — leg armor, for any who may recognize it. ]

UNSC. Marines. RT-636.

[ In order: the military Maine knows, the branch he's in, and the hull classification symbol for the Mother of Invention.

[ North insisted on gathering intel while keeping a low profile. Maine's only interest is in returning to their mission. This is the result of compromise. ]

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[shiro2hero]

[Sorry, new dude, hope you don't mind pretty much gibberish in answer. Someone's still on painkillers.]

formerly galaxy garrison
voltron ?

hi are we trading job descriptions?

[Who gave him his TAB back.]

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[startpoint]

[ Carolina knows those numbers by heart and that picture... She immediately messages York and after a minute, Tex, to let them know that someone from Freelancer is on the network. Only once she's done that does she respond. Her network ID is easier to identify, she isn't trying to hide. ]

This is Agent Carolina requesting identity confirmation, if you're willing.

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[infailtration]

[ Like Carolina, York's not trying to hide here. He's not even armored on the vid call, and he looks shaken. Carolina's already messaged him and said it was Maine -- Maine, that he spoke, that it was really him. ]

Where are you, buddy?

[nishizono]

how many of you are there, you're like the second person calling that out that i've seen

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[beautifulspaceraptor]

Council Space Operations, Special Tactics and Reconnaissance. Crew member of the starship Moira before it crashed.

[ For the most part, Nihlus had made it a point to keep people in the dark about his Spectre status.

This, however? This is the second time he's seen UNSC been thrown around in the past couple months and he's curious enough to bite. ]

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[grandpaladin]

[This voice is loud. And accented, but undeniably warm.]

Crusader! Of the former Overwatch!

Hello, my marine friend.

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[notyourrookie]

Maine?

[He recognises that armour, and the ship. But he can hardly believe... it could be a trick. Fuck knows the Meta has pulled them on him before (yes, he figured that out asshole! You utter troll). But if York is here then maybe...]

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[a_shadow]

I went independent a long time ago. I served with you on that ship though.

C tells me you can talk.