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 Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2005 5:49 pm
"I merely suggest nothing. Nobody wants to cooperate right now, and those that do are already testy. I suggest take off for the night, finish the patrols tomorrow, and since none of the recon will show imp activity, then get to work on working on the team. But that's my suggestion. I'm supposed to salute you pricks, but to hell with rank. All I do is coordinate the missions in the sims. Not my fault if the real world doesn't take to helpin out a bit."
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2005 5:50 pm
"I merely suggest nothing. Nobody wants to cooperate right now, and those that do are already testy. I suggest take off for the night, finish the patrols tomorrow, and since none of the recon will show imp activity, then get to work on working on the team. But that's my suggestion. I'm supposed to salute you pricks, but to hell with rank. All I do is coordinate the missions in the sims. Not my fault if the real world doesn't take to helpin out a bit."
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2005 7:34 pm
"Well, I think i'm going to go grab a few drinks and then hit the sack. If any one wants to join me, fell free. Hype let go" Artemis walked out the door and haded dpwn to the Bar with the white and black R2 unit on his heels.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2005 1:11 am
Gendis smiled brightly, hoping for a chance to get to know his fellow squad member better. "I'll come along..." He followed Artemis.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2005 7:44 pm
Reaching the bar, Artemis walked up and ordered a bottle of Corellian Wisky and a glass. while pouring himself a drink he turned to glendis and asked "So why did you decide to join this rag-tag army?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2005 11:25 pm
Gendis recoiled a little, subconsciously, as he didn't want to bring up the answer. He fell back to his original excuse, witht he same tone. "I had nothing left, so I went and joined the Alliance." It was true in the very sense of the word, but he once again made it seem like a joke. "How about you? Why did you join up?" He sat at the bar and ordered a flameout.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 2:56 pm
I see he dosn't want to answer. Interesting. "As I said, I'm here beacuse I owed some one for saving my life, and this was the best way to repay that debt. Don't think I'm not behind this Idea, though. The Empire ignores those in need, while keeping those damn Moffs pocket's full. The sooner it goes down the sooner planets like Onderon can thrive." Stairing at gendis intently he hoped he didn't see the conection, between his debt and his scar. Even more he hoped he didn't question it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 9:15 pm
Zendia stifled a bored yawn as she decided to more or less take up Art's suggestion. She sat within earshot of the two men as she indulged in a fruity milk like beverage, and decided to chime in. "And when someone decides to speak up about it, the Empire sends in their goons to silence them," she snarled in disgust.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 9:53 pm
Glad that Zendia had kept him from answering to a diplo-socially critical revelation, he opened the converstation to her fully. "You seem to speak from experience."
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 12:22 am
Looking at the female pilot artemis said "I have to agree, with Gendis on that point, so what happened. Not to be intrusive, but the beter a group knows eacher other, knows everyones strengs and weaknesses, the better they fly and fight together when the time comes." he then poured him self another glass and then called Hype over, ordering another bottle he put them boith into a hidden conpartment in the droid. don't want to get to drunk tonight
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 9:26 pm
((arghhhh IM SOOOOOOO SORRY i havent ben on... give me a week and ill be back fulltime))
Kefka was left speechless. IT was bad enough that 3 Star Destroyers had popped out of nowhere, and it was worse that his squad was blaming him for a near-disaster.
"Look here, I'm sorry about the mess. Those Star Destroyers weren';t my fault, I ran the sim the way it's supposed to. If you want me out as leader, notify the commander and I'll leave the squadron. If you give me another chance, then II'll be grateful. It's in your hands."
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 9:50 pm
((Whait where are you at this time, FP? 3 of us are at the bar, so are you still in the traing room or are you at the bar?))
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 10:33 pm
"I suppose I owe you guys that," Zendia said to the men. "As I said, the Empire is bent on silencing anyone whom speaks out against them. Such as my father,"
Taking a deep breath before continuing, she then added, "I don't know if he's even still alive," she added as she noticed that her eyes were misting up. Raising a hand to her eyes, she merely commented, "I seem to have gotten something in my eye," Rusty, whom has followed her to the bar with the men, let out a small mournful hoot.
(( Sort of like Artoo does ... and welcome back, FP! Do we see you in the bar/canteen thingy? ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 10:43 pm
"Hell, you don't owe us anything. But thank you for telling us. IF it makes you fell any better I'm in the sam situation as you regarding my family..I haven't seen them since I was a kid. Not since I got this." Art said pointing to his scar on his face. He then leaned in and wispered into Zendia's ear "Oh, yeah, if your going to use that "got something in my eye" excuse, I recomend leaving your droid in your room. He didn't seem to get the fact that you were trying to hide something."
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 12:00 am
Zendia blushed, and looked over at Rusty. "Apparently, it seems that subtlety is lost on droids," She then looked at the scar that Art indicated. "That looks pretty painful," she mused. "Though I imagine that the memory associated with it is, as well," she continued, hesitating. "Unless of course, you'd rather not talk about it,"
(( Don't most bars have a "No droids" policy? ))
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