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Join Date: Jun 2012
01-13-2013, 01:31 PM
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*James comes back in fresh armored clothing, utilities, and helm in hand. Smelling of disinfectant*
James: Lets go. I don't like this guardian already.
Chester: the Fold-Space Drive is still recharging. And even if it wasn't, we don't have manoeuvring thrusters back yet.
I have a Shuttle prepped in Launch Bay 2, but you'll be on your own until we can get there.
Sanders: I'm willing to take that risk. I'll meet you in the bay in 30 minutes.
Chester: You'll need a pilot.
*Hawk walks in.*
Hawk: Someone say something about a pilot?
Chester: Alright, suit up.
*Hawk and Sanders leave.*
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