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Date Posted: 13:11:31 12/18/01 Tue
Author: Ajsyat
Subject: �Take Off�
In reply to: Fyre 's message, "~quick~" on 14:22:02 12/17/01 Mon

� Fyre's words are heard, though not responded to, attention momentarily diverted by the sight of Raven dissapearing into the hanger, fed gaurds hot on her heels. �

"Time to rock 'n roll!"

� A grin flashing over her lips she flicks a few switches, starting the shuttle, eyes taking note of the airstrip that Raven was taking the fighter to. Her hands pause a moment at the controls, the shuttle being somewhat different than the fighters she was used to piloting. But it takes only a second for her to figure everything out, hands working with ease to move the ship forwards and t'wards an airstrip opposite the one Raven intended on using. Steering the ship onto the runway it doesn't take long before she has the shuttle lifting gracefully into the air--or about as gracefully as a shuttlecraft can move. Almost immediatly she relaxs, reveling in the fact she was once again in the air and, even better, at the controls. Flying was one thing. But flying and actually piloting was something else all together. She keeps the ship at a desent height, low enough to where they could see what was going on below them, but high enough to where they would not look suspicious. �

"Time to find out where those fed scumbags are hiding."

� She mutters with a small smirk, taking off in the direction of the Outlands. �

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