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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 7, 2005 22:02:38 GMT -5
Commander Or thinks that Poto is behind this.
Trat: Blast that Gena Poto!
He then hears a count-down coming from the closet.
Trat: Hell...
He barely manages to escape his quarters when the explosive goes off. He left arm is torn from the body by the blast.
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Post by BingFox on Mar 7, 2005 22:15:52 GMT -5
Poto: *hears the same thing in her closet, but jumps out of the way just in time*
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 7, 2005 22:17:20 GMT -5
Trat: GGGAAAAHHHHH!!! Help me!
Blood is coming out of the corner of his mouth.
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Post by BingFox on Mar 7, 2005 22:19:24 GMT -5
Poto: *hears several more explosions and screams* Sabatage! *runs down to Trat's room* You got hit too, eh?
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 7, 2005 22:23:22 GMT -5
Trat: Wh...? I thought you had been behind this. But now I see your not. *looks at his severed arm which is laying on the deck.
Another bomb goes off, this time ripping a hole in the ships hull near the crew quarters. Blastdoors start to slam shut.
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Post by BingFox on Mar 7, 2005 22:27:19 GMT -5
Poto: *runs off to find the one responsable*
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 7, 2005 22:31:18 GMT -5
Trat finds a hot shard of metal and places it against his blooding stump that was once his arm, in order to burn it shut and stop the bleeding. Three super battle droids arrive.
Trat: Follow me.
Droids: Roger, Roger.
The group catches up with Poto
Trat: I'm not letting you out of my sights Commander.
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Post by BingFox on Mar 7, 2005 22:45:53 GMT -5
Poto: Do as you want...
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 7, 2005 22:48:25 GMT -5
Trat: Have any ideas on who is behind all this?
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Post by BingFox on Mar 7, 2005 22:51:33 GMT -5
Poto: No, but I am going to find out...was your blaster missing aswell?
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 8, 2005 6:53:36 GMT -5
Trat: Yes it was, whoever it was also took several data-crystals.
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Post by BingFox on Mar 8, 2005 8:33:25 GMT -5
Poto: *in her mind she chuckled, he didn't even relize I knew where he hid his gun, but then again...who knew where I hid mine?* Grrr....*she clenches her fists*
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 8, 2005 20:53:29 GMT -5
Trat: I'm beginning to think there is a mutany going on aboard this ship, and it looks like it against us.
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Post by BingFox on Mar 8, 2005 21:06:13 GMT -5
Poto: No, ya think?!
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 8, 2005 21:08:34 GMT -5
Trat: Looks like someone got up on the wrong side of the bunk.
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Post by BingFox on Mar 8, 2005 21:19:44 GMT -5
Poto: Happens to me everyday...don't tell me you haven't noticed...?
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 8, 2005 21:22:30 GMT -5
Trat: Thank you for that little ray of sunshine. *being sarcastic*
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Post by BingFox on Mar 8, 2005 21:25:14 GMT -5
Poto: ...
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 8, 2005 21:28:26 GMT -5
Trat: Sorry. I just don't like the idea of someone trying to kill me.
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Post by BingFox on Mar 8, 2005 21:32:03 GMT -5
Poto: *wickedly grins*
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