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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 8, 2005 21:35:04 GMT -5
Trat: Now don't go getting any ideas... *laughs*
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Post by BingFox on Mar 8, 2005 21:40:16 GMT -5
Poto: No, I was thinking about the other day...
ooc: hey, some advice, you can stop posting at this forum to be able to put those drawing up on DA, it's alright
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 8, 2005 21:45:19 GMT -5
Trat: I see. What is past is past. Right now we need to survive.
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Post by BingFox on Mar 8, 2005 21:47:14 GMT -5
Poto: Yes, and everyone on board is a suspect, perhaps even our most estemed General...
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 8, 2005 21:49:30 GMT -5
Trat: I dont know. But we need to keep an eye on him.
More explosions rock the ship. The engine room is destroyed, causing the ship to crash out of hyperspace.
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Post by BingFox on Mar 8, 2005 22:13:11 GMT -5
Poto: *crashes into Or* Oof!
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 8, 2005 22:17:29 GMT -5
Trat to himself: Why do the girls keep falling for me? *chuckles*
He helps Poto up as best as he can seeing as how he only has one arm left.
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Post by BingFox on Mar 8, 2005 22:18:59 GMT -5
Poto: I should blast you for that remark...
DA
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 8, 2005 22:21:29 GMT -5
Trat: I was joking.
The deck is ripped open, sending shards of metal flying. Trat knock Poto out of the way and ending up with a large piece of durasteel stabbed into his gut.
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Post by BingFox on Mar 8, 2005 22:24:30 GMT -5
Poto: Somethin' in your gut?
subliminal messages rock! lol DA!
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 8, 2005 22:26:52 GMT -5
Trat starts to cough up blood when he tries to talk.
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Post by BingFox on Mar 8, 2005 22:28:59 GMT -5
Poto: Medics!
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 8, 2005 22:31:38 GMT -5
An officer in medical uniform arrives, but pulls a gun on them.
False Medic: On your knees witch! *aims gun at her forehead*
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Post by BingFox on Mar 8, 2005 22:34:23 GMT -5
Poto: I don't think you want to do that...
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 8, 2005 22:40:26 GMT -5
False Medic: Oh really? *grins*
A blaster bolt shots through the false medics head and his lifeless coarpes falls to the ground. Ensign Chez is standing behind were the 'medic' had once been, a blaster in his hand.
Chez: You alright?
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Post by BingFox on Mar 8, 2005 22:44:33 GMT -5
Poto: *darn, just when I had him...* Or needs help...
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 10, 2005 16:21:50 GMT -5
Chez: Right...
Chez digs through the pockets of the dead 'medic' and finds medical supplies, several stolen data-crystals and two stolens blaster pistols with belong to Or and Poto.
Chez: Ma'am, did you ever pass the medical coarse during training? Cus I didn't.
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Post by BingFox on Mar 10, 2005 16:24:03 GMT -5
Poto: Enough... *shrugs and takes the stuff and begins to help Or* Who is this man? *she motions toward the fake medic*
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Mar 10, 2005 16:31:27 GMT -5
Chez notices something partly hidden under the dead man's left sleeve. Chez rolls the sleeve up revealing a Black Sun criminal organization tatoo on the mans forearm.
Chez: Looks like Black Sun is behind this.
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Post by BingFox on Mar 10, 2005 16:38:34 GMT -5
ooc: remind me of what that is? please? lol
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