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Post by Dragyn on Jun 8, 2008 9:24:19 GMT -5
Setting:
The twin suns of the system hung in stark opposition, yin and yang.
While neither was truly a black hole, they still contrasted sharply, the one Brave, a radiant blue, the other, Fear, a dull and sickly green.
Between them hung a few starships, mostly personal ships, nothing larger than a transport.
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Post by Dragyn on Jun 8, 2008 9:25:45 GMT -5
Deliberate double post, had to set the scene...
One of these ships, a light fighter, though obviously built to move rather than fight, was painted a dull blueish-black, and had a short stump on the dorsal side.
From within, the pilot activated his radio.
"This is Interplanetary Defensive Intelligence Operations Team, Operative 7, do you read me loud and clear?"
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Post by Fox on Jun 15, 2008 17:45:05 GMT -5
Looking out the window at the vast nothing, the half-dragon let out a sigh of boredom.
"You're not your usual, bouncy self today." a deeply accented voice suddendly boasted. "Did you eat soap, again?"
Nika's wings drooped down slightly as she gave him a rather evil look. "You're never going to let me forget that, are you?"
Jax smirked, as he finished off a bag of marshmallows. "Seriously. Vhy so..eh..not perky?"
"Things just seem so quite, lately, I guess. Too quite." she replied. Jax paused a moment, one eyebrow raised. "You vere up vatching cheesey horror movies again, veren't you?" Nika only shrugged and giggled slightly.
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