| Subject: No, nu-uh, no way, not me, forget that... |
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Dugan Phelps
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Date Posted: 08:55:39 05/05/01 Sat
In reply to:
Serendipity
's message, "Stupid...Bum Cheese..." on 07:24:49 05/05/01 Sat
Dugan had been following Serendipity down the dark passage way when she decided to turn around. He was also worried about Virgil, Lyn, and Avon. The shadows had taken Virgil and Lyn, but Dugan wasn't sure where Avon was. Then it hit him, Avon would have the great idea of getting caught by one of the shadow jumpers and hoping it would take him to Virgil and Lyn.
Dugan contemplated the idea of being captured by one of those jumpers. The thought of having the energy sucked out of you was not his idea of fun. Besides, he was not "gifted" like the others who had been kidnapped were. He was nothing more than a well trained Space Fleet captain who was wanted for treason. Oh yeah, and every once in a while he would have an epileptic seizure and shoot lightning from his body. From Dugan's standpoint Virgil, Lyn, and Avon would be working on getting out from the inside of where ever they were, and he could just work on it from the outside.
As Dugan was having this last thought he surfaced just in time to see Serendipity attacked by a jumper.
"Serendipity, watch out!" and then she vanished like the others.
"SHIT!"
He stopped and just kind of stared for a minute. *Why is everyone disappearing? Damnit! Somebody's got to stay on the station and tell Thuro what happened.* As Dugan slouched on the steps he had just climbed an idea came to him. The only place on a space station that is not examined, repaired, scanned, or patrolled are the ships. The ships are private property, but the rest of teh space station is owned by someone who will have the plans for everything. Not even Jumpers could hide from the authorities without making a scene, and by the way this place was patrolled by bots with wanted posters missing people would defintately be mentioned. So Dugan now knew that he needed to get into the hanger, but he also saw several large mechs guarding sealed doors.
He looked for anyone he recognized. His eyes fell on the small boy they had met a while back. Dugan walked over and started talking to him.
"Hey, my name is Dugan Phelps, aren't you part of Thuro's gang? Have you seen Virgil or Avon? Do you know how to get into the hanger?"
~Dugan Phelps
(OOC My appologizes to everyone, especially you Locke, if I don't post for a while, more finals, more packing, soon going home but tons to do before i get to rest. GL to everyone else with finals.)
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