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*As W.A.R. moves through the complex, he spots Drake out of his Dragoon armor, wearing a normal pair of jeans and t-shirt*
Drake: W.A.R. and others! I guess you guys got sucked in here too. And here I thought I'd be nice and safe holing up in the hub and letting this whole thing blow over. My armors not working, and I've lost contact with the dragons. What's going on here.
W.A.R.: Magic is not usable in this world....
Drake: That sucks for me. Any chance you could build something to make me less useless out here?
W.A.R.: Processing....
*W.A.R.'s chest spits out a Kevlar vest and a plasma rifle*
Drake: Awesome! *Looks at the group* You guys need anything?
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