| Subject: For the ol' foggies |
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Dugan Phelps
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Date Posted: 19:49:38 03/14/01 Wed
(OOC Good to see all the old folk are back in the home ;-) Hey Thuro are you still called H.A. officially? Hello all new people, I will try to read all your posts, but I tend to get a couple of days behind from time to time like now. Glad to have you all. Oh yeah, I'm not sure if anyone read many of my posts when the rest of you were in teh coloseum, but if you did than the end might make sense.)
"THURO, WHICH WAY DO I GO?!?!?!?!" screamed Dugan as he heard shots. He guessed and ran to his right, then left and out of the Yamato-4. As he hit the frozen ground he saw Sayaka lying in a pool of blood and Guile going bezerk. Virgil was a few feet off, but then everything happened too fast. A mad scientist. A grenade. An explosion. Guile lying face down in the snow. Several of the group rushing to his aid.
Dugan just stood there for a while, watching a smoldering ship, four lifeless bodies, a medical ship, and his friends. He didn't know what do to, so he just stood there. Somewhere deep inside he felt something churning. He turned and headed for his ship. He still didn't have a room on Thuro's ship. He passed someone in a hallway talking to someone in a room, but his head was throbbing and he was focused only on taking each step. He finally reached his ship and opened the hatch. He climbed in and slumped down in the pilot's chair.
Then it hit.
Dugan's body shook uncontrolably, it felt as if his skin was peeling away from his body, and everything tingled. Lightning struck out in a sphere around Dugan's convulsing body. Control panels flashed and sparks flew from circut breakers. Light filled the cockpit. Then he passed out.
~Dugan Phelps
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