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Post by Fredrex00 on Aug 22, 2008 21:19:58 GMT -5
Ubelgeist flies over the empty desert. He scans for the Fort, seeing it at 2 o' clock. He nods, and slows down, making sure he didn't drop any of his cargo. His large legs slam into the dirt, making the earth kick up into the air.
"Order up!!!" Ubelgeist yells, setting the platform down onto the ground. He dusts himself off and walks into the fort. Small machines begin to take off the cargo and bring it inside. They fly past Ubelgeist since the large machine was walking to slow.
He walks into the room O'Mally was in and begins to speak. "Hey, O'mally. Got your shipment-" He stops at the sight of the organic being called Myrr. Though he did not know of who the organic was, he goes on high alert mode.
"And who might this be?" Ubelgeist says, scanning the female organic to detect if she was a threat or not.
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Aug 22, 2008 21:23:19 GMT -5
"Oh, don't mind me, There's only one person I want dead, and he's no where near this place," Myrr said to Ubelgeist, cracking the knuckles on one of her hands with external force.
"Name's Myrr... daughter of the now deceased Solranous... And I intend to get revenge for his murder..." the half dragon finished, stepping out of the way.
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Post by Talon on Aug 22, 2008 21:28:24 GMT -5
O'Malley muttered something, shaking his head.
"I'll get to work on that stuff right away. In the meantime, go home and try to calm down or something, I'll have someone drop the stuff off. This'll probably take me an hour, hour-and-a-half tops." He stated.
He stared Myrr in the eyes, muttering,
"You're not the only one who's lost someone recently, don't forget that."
With that, he grabbed the cart, hit the hover switch, and hauled it off to his personal lab.
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Aug 22, 2008 21:33:19 GMT -5
The half dragon sighed.
"I know..." She replied sadly, recalling Spite. The half dragon then took flight, and left.
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Post by Talon on Aug 22, 2008 21:38:42 GMT -5
Alt sighed, having heard the conversation over O'Malley's com-link. He shook his head, muttering,
"Everyone here needs a goddamn vacation..."
((End thread))
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