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Date Posted: 23:40:45 07/17/01 Tue
In reply to:
Solace
's message, "Cat and Mouse" on 22:56:40 07/17/01 Tue
Sitting in a far corner of his quarters, as spacious as they were, Thuro was leaning on his desk, running through all the spully and pre-flight checklists, making sure everything was in good working order. As a thank-you for halting the escape of Captain Shaw and company, the port authorities offered to re-supply and fuel the Yamato-04. Iori had left the ship some time earlier, eager to get back to his usual business. And the lockdown on all the ports had been lifted, granting the Yamato clearance to leave.
A small red light turned on with a chime, letting Thuro know the ship's readiness for liftoff. Keying in the command, he sent it to the bridge, letting them know they can leave as soon as they want to.
****BACK AT THE BAR****
The bartender took Kyle's bottle, throwing it in the bar's trash recepticle. "Sorry pal," he said. "Your shit-faced enough as it is. I'm not lettin' anyone drink themselves into oblivion when I working this bar."
"Good call, yo," agreed Kyle rather softly as he rose. His head still swimming, his vision, coordination, and judgment still impaired, Kyle was able to decide he had enough. Stumbling out of the bar, with Draco following from behind, Kyle left the bar, heading to the nearest medical area, just across the docking bay. Singing aloud.
"With my perceptions in a mix,
down 20 miles through the sticks.
To the clouded to of hellview,
population ninety-six.
Excessive vacancy well maybe
in the shadow of an eye.
All the stranger pass right through
to where the rules just don't apply"
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