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Dec 09, 2011 09:11

[History repeating itself. He dodged his first draft, too...]

Well, this is interesting.

[private - encrypted to Tron and Axel]

What is your status regarding the draft?

[Alliance encryption; to Lily]

I was drafted. The Czerka are moving me off-world, so I'll be outside and operational. Let me know if something needs to be done or set in

kevin flynn

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[He skips right to Action!] tronja307020 December 9 2011, 10:56:42 UTC

[Tron's been pacing back and forth furiously since he heard about the draft. Trying to keep himself calm and not scream in rage while he tries to figure out a way to get the three of them away before the Republic comes for them. But then Flynn messages him and he completely disregards the datapad when he hears it to go to Flynn's door and open it.

Yup. He's even too flustered to bother with being polite and knocking this time. He's that frazzled. Who needs datapads when he's one room over, anyway?]

Hey. I don't know. They haven't come beating down the door to drag me in yet. That's a good sign, right?

[Because what is polite notifications sent to the individuals and requesting they come in or else?]

[SO VERY ACTION] creator_man December 9 2011, 10:58:21 UTC

Hey.

[Flynn crosses the way to the door quickly and opens, his hand coming to Tron's shoulder, the touch as reassuring as he can make it.]

I'm not going.

[MORE ACTION THEN AN ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER MOVIE!] tronja307020 December 9 2011, 11:09:29 UTC

[He puts a hand over the one on his shoulder, his gaze moving around the room for a moment, looking at everything and already judging what they can take and what they can leave. But then he looks at Flynn with a scowl, all business.]

Of course you're not going. I won't let them take you away, Flynn, I promise.

[BUAHAHAHA] creator_man December 9 2011, 11:13:16 UTC

Oh, my friend.

[Flynn smiles slightly, letting Tron inside, moving with focus, but ease. Not rushing.]

I've talked with my employers. I'll be reassigned to a world where the draft won't be a problem. And you, my friend, won't be getting into any trouble with the esteemed Republic, their military, or even the citizens of this planet.

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