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| − | + | * So, here I am sitting in my favorite chair, enjoying a drink and the pleasure of some very expensive rented company when I get the call. 10 minutes later there is a helicopter on my roof. A few hours later it is an early moring jump from a C130. Myself and the cargo hit the ground shortly before dawn. I am not sure what he has gotten himself into this time, but if he sent for me, this has to be good. | |
| − | I | + | * Its nice to be back to reality, or at least what I like to call reality. Sure, I am stuck on this ship, with everyone else, but it is not like we are actually stuck here, everytime Fmagick kicks the drive things change. Until things are fixed an I can really get back, I will think of this as a nice vacation. |
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| + | * Looking across the forcefield in to the empty cells, he wonders when the fracture will dump another prisoner here. He spins one of the bracelets on his finger. The nano-tech is certainly a welcome addition to his job. The fact that it changes brain chemistry is really no concern, they are alive and tracked, even if they tend toward libidinous activities and have a short fuse. He grins as the indicator flashes. Time to go hunting. | ||
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Revision as of 11:18, 6 February 2019
MY CHARACTER NAME
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Story
- So, here I am sitting in my favorite chair, enjoying a drink and the pleasure of some very expensive rented company when I get the call. 10 minutes later there is a helicopter on my roof. A few hours later it is an early moring jump from a C130. Myself and the cargo hit the ground shortly before dawn. I am not sure what he has gotten himself into this time, but if he sent for me, this has to be good.
- Its nice to be back to reality, or at least what I like to call reality. Sure, I am stuck on this ship, with everyone else, but it is not like we are actually stuck here, everytime Fmagick kicks the drive things change. Until things are fixed an I can really get back, I will think of this as a nice vacation.
- Looking across the forcefield in to the empty cells, he wonders when the fracture will dump another prisoner here. He spins one of the bracelets on his finger. The nano-tech is certainly a welcome addition to his job. The fact that it changes brain chemistry is really no concern, they are alive and tracked, even if they tend toward libidinous activities and have a short fuse. He grins as the indicator flashes. Time to go hunting.
