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 Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 9:46 pm
"I don't even know if he'll remember me now," Trey said, noting his own appearance, radically different from the person he had been a year ago. His hair was now brown and standing up in ever which way, and his attire was more casual, a t-shirt and pants.
"Why does Drako have him. I trained him, he's a fool who thinks with his power, not uses his power for foresight."
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:10 pm
Angel kept a vigilant watch, but only saw a few asteroid chunks float by slowly with the rest. It was quiet for some time. Soon enough, the silence was broken by a sound. " Come... " a man's voice rang out in Angel's head. Looking to R1, the droid was unresponsive, proving that only she head it. R1 noticed her looking at him. < Something wrong? > " No. Nothing. " She turned back around and stared into the vastness of space. " Was that him? " she thought.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:32 pm
The Predator moved in cautiously.
It did not want to spook its prey yet.
It sized them up. Inferior beasts, slower and weaker that it.
It Cruised closer and closer, waiting for a chance to strike.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:37 pm
"I must agree," Mordranna chuckled at Trey's assessment.
(( Cale: should we be feeling anything amiss yet? ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:41 pm
((@CW:Anyone with sharp eyes should note a matte black fighter slowly moving in. And then of course theres the Target lock on FP's ship.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:43 pm
(( Hrm. I thought it was a creature. ))
"Trey ... do you sense something amiss?" Mordranna asked the one-time Sith Lord with concern.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:52 pm
" What the Hell? " Angel said in confusion. She pressed a few buttons and looked closely at her radar screen. She then commed Mordranna. " You might wanna finish up down there. I dunno what, but something's coming this way. "
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 11:00 pm
The predator neared closer.
It chose a target and aquired a lock, its talons at the ready to sunder the target.
Then it paused.
The prey seemed vaguely familiar, at least one of them did.
It racked it's brain for where it had seen this particular breed before.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 11:01 pm
Mordranna's comm sounded, which she answered. "I see. Thank you," she replied. Looking to Trey, she then said, "I think we have company."
With concern she said, "I shall return to the Prinny Hawk for now. With that said, you should make haste as soon as I leave here,"
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 8:08 am
The predator recalled where it had seen the beast before.
It had come to the pack and roosted briefly among them.
Perhaps it wasnt prey.
It called out to beast, a challenge, demanding if it was friend or foe.
It waited for a response, watching the other two with hungry curiosity.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 9:13 am
As Mordranna trudged back to the Prinny Hawk, she heard the binary language beep and whistle through her space helmet. Reasoning that it was the droid AI brain of the craft, she shook her head, reaching into a side pocket in her spacesuit, consulting a small screen.
She sighed, lamenting that she knew not the binary language, only able to parse vague meanings from the variety of beeps and whistles, from their intonations. By contrast, her sister-in-law was very well versed in such, and could carry on a decent conversation with her R5 unit.
Dood! There's a weird craft hailing me, asking "Friend or foe?", dood!
"Friendly. Definetely friendly," Mordranna hailed the Prinny Hawk.
But, it's a strange ship, dood! came the reply.
Mordranna pondered the situation. She'd seen some rather strange things in her time, but this beat all. After all, no one expects to have a conversation with a borrowed ship, especially one with a strange dialect.
"Can you find out who or what it is, and it's intentions?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:02 am
A reply came back, a battery of questions.
This did not please the predator.
The other beast was barely capable of coherent communication.
Ignorance was annoying.
The predator responed to the questions.
I am the Phoenix. I am the predator in the void, the terror of all who dwell in space. I am hear because I have been summoned by the Call to kill those that dwell here. You will either stand aside or be struck down with them. Those are your only options.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:10 am
The Prinny Hawk's AI gave Mordranna the response, punctuated with many a "Dood!"
"I am no friend of the Sith, if that's what it wishes to know," Mordranna gently replied.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:15 am
Again the beast responed in its offensive tone.
But what it said confused the Phoenix.
What are Sith? And why should I care weither you befrend them or not?
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