| Subject: I'm back....for real this time.... |
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Virgil
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Date Posted: 11:53:01 06/05/01 Tue
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OOC Virgil
's message, "Yeesh...." on 15:47:04 06/04/01 Mon
(OOC: All right, I think I'm back on track here...thanks Sean =D)
Virgil smiled as Ser launched. He was wondering how in the hell he was going to instruct the girl to use a design even he wasn't totally familiar with--when Leon thankfully stepped in and did it for him. With that little detail out of the way, Virgil ran to his own suit, a battered-looking but mostly functional Zaku, and followed Ser's suit out.
As he familirized himself with the suit's controls, which felt painfully sluggish in comparison to his EUCLID,The other slaves followed closely behind in their own, as did Guile in his one-armed Taurus (OOC: since he'd gone for the next few days, I figured I'd try and post for a few of his 100+ chars =D) By not the pirate ship had cleared the Docking Bay, andwas turning for the nearest Transit point. And from the opposite side oof the station, their sensors could pick up a HUGE collection f ships approaching--the Patrol fleet sent to destroy the pirates. The Patrol fleet that he, Ser, and the others were being forced to fight...
Suddenly a voice crackled over everyone's comm systems. It was Shaw, the pirate captain. "Well, it's ben fun....heh..." he grinned with all six of his stained teeth. "Just remember--until we hyperspace out of this system, you're still ours; we'll use the collars if you try to run before then. Once we in the clear, you're free to go--and not until." He laughed again, l;ookig at the size of the Fleet--against odds like that, he doubted any of these patsies would survive. "Good luck....yer gonna ned it..."
Virgil snarled, about to fire off a sarcastic reply--when he felt a familiar presence in his mind.
"What--REDD!?!" Despite his prediciment, he felt a monent's elation and nearly forgot where he was at the moment. "When did y--"
The thought died in his mind, as the Patrol craft came barreling in, sweping around the edge of the station--three cruisers and a horde of smaller craft, including several mecha and light battlesuits. He knew Redd would be able to see all this, but he couldn't raise his usual mental blocks to protect her froom the sight; he needed all his concentratiion here and now as he desperately forced this Zaku to dodge a burst of laserfire, verniers slamming him back into his seat as he took aim on his attacker with his 120mm...
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