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 Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 10:33 pm
((now, Kefka will do something never before experienced in the GFFA))
"Woah..this moon is like..three days behind Dantooine isn't it? Talk about space-lag."
Kefka staggered over to the Rebel receptionist and identified himself as Emerald Leader.
Oh, yes, we have your bunk ready, though you need a bunkmate.
Kefka turned around to the incoming pilots settling in on the planet. They were discovering the same thing Kefka was, a lighter gravity, making jumping much more fun.
"Hey, Emerald, who wants to bunk with me?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 7:38 pm
Orrin did not partake in the same events that the rest of the squadron was doing. He was instead helping the ground crews unload items such as computers, sensor arrays, and various other things that were taken from Dantooine to the new base.
He took off his t-shirt, and had a cigarette in his mouth until someone told him about the explosives. Then he just lit another one.
"Hey, bub. What's Fra.. jill... ee mean?"
Orrin looked at the man holding the box marked fragile.
"Its a french word meaning "toss". Its quite common on most of this stuff..."
The mover shrugged, and moved along his merry way.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 9:14 pm
Veran lands his own y-wing on the surface inside the massassi tempel shutting it down slowly he exits his cockpit and climbs down the ladder leaving his droid with the republic techs considering it was thiers. he ditches his helmet in the back seat.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 1:11 am
Gendis seemingly had a ladar for booze, and he walked up to Kefka with a full container of the stuff, buzzed but not yet drunk. He approached his commander, slung an arm over his shoulder fraternally. "I'll bunk with ya, you old coot."
((he didn't find a bar or anything, just a box with alcohol in it))
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 11:14 am
Kefka sighed.
"Great, I get to bunk with the drunkard," he said before going into the room and collapsing on the bed.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 1:35 pm
Orrin continued to unload the transports, a job that required him to work for the next couple of hours. Among the equptment was the training sims, which he took special pride in knowing that he could easily mess the system up.
But, later that evening, when all the equiptment had been unloaded, though some left unpackaged, Orrin found his room from the natural barrack sequence that pilots had been stuck with.
He quietly closed the door behind him, locking it, and grabbed the bed all to himself.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 2:23 pm
"I call the bottom bunk," Kefka told Gendis, as he climbed into the bottom bunk and pulled out his handy SintendoStationXPortable22 and began playing.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 7:02 pm
Zendia felt mildly apprehensive regarding bunking with the men in Em Squad. "Rusty, keep your stunner ready at all times," she whispered to the little droid.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 8:15 pm
Orrin dreamt on, however terrible it was. Yet again, insomnia was the cure for the nightmare. And as customary, Orrin noticed his bed remained unsoiled from his slumber, as usually he found himself quickly on the floor whenever he slept.
He tidyed up the sheets back to the way they were, and unlocked his door, as customary to how he ticked. He noticed that the evening had come, but it was still somewhat early, having only gone to bed at evening around 1800 hours, he had only slept until about 2000 hours.
"Damn spacelag or whatever they call it nowadays," he mumbled to himself. He peered into the hallway, and stole away, as he called it, to the mess hall to scrounge for food which the cooks may be hoarding for themselves.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 9:39 pm
Zendia also was in the mess hall, where she was enjoying a cup of hot chocolate, along with a sweet pastry. "Goodness, I should probably turn in soon," she mused while stifling a yawn. "I wonder who they'll have me bunking with," she sighed. Granted, she didn't know the men that well, and had hoped that there was at least one gentleman - in the truest form of the word - in the squad. Women seemed to be uncommon on the base, and she hasn't seen any in the squad.
She then noticed Orrin entering the hall. "It seems that there isn't much left to eat. Still, they do have the most scrumptous pastries here,"
(( I figure what with the reference to hot chocolate in "Heir to the Empire", one would think that there are also similar goodies in the SW universe. ^^ ))
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 9:42 pm
Orrin walked down the hall, but lifted his head. It could have been the light step of a fresh recruit, or possibly the whirring of a droid's rotors, but more than likely it was the scent of a pastry.
"Hey, is there any more of that left?" He said, pointing at the pastry. "Trade you a secure room if you'll tell me where it's at. I've gotten my sleep for the night... and some more at that."
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 10:04 pm
Zendia gave Orrin a polite nod, and gestured over to a counter, in whose direction wafted a fragrant, cinammon-like aroma. "Yes. I was thinking of getting a couple more myself before turning in, and it seems they made a bit more than they thought they needed. It would be a shame if they were thrown out," she lamented.
She walked over to the counter, and bid Orrin to follow.
"Back for more, I see?" the cook asked Zendia. She nodded, and procured a couple more pastries, and gave one to Orrin.
"Here you go,"
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 10:54 pm
Nothing will seperate us...not a war...not a fight...not even death....
Kefka awoke with a start, the dream had returned. Ever since he had heard of the blockade on Chandrilla, he hadn't been able to sleep.
Wandering over to the mess hall, he saw Zendia and Orrin eating pastries.
"Hey Ich, Starsinger"
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 9:53 am
Orrin looked up from the pastry, somewhat disappointed at the relative ease of getting it, since he secretly hoped to do a covert mission and nab one just for fun. However, food is food, and a man always is like a wookiee, and thinking with his stomach. He was just about to take a bite, before "Hey Ich, Starsinger!" Interrupted him.
"What's the squirt doing up so early? Or late for that matter? Isn't your curfew supposed to be in tact?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:05 pm
"Shove it old man,"
Kefka sat down at the table and took a bite of Zendia's pastry.
"Hey not bad," he said, rubbing his eyes.
"I so hate space-lag.." he muttered as he got up to get a cup of caf.
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