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Date Posted: 17:35:41 02/28/02 Thu
Author: Carter
Subject: « in the heat of the night »

Another page, another text. Line after line of redundant blather, crumpled into a context fit for a 'king', or rather, a fed. Personel Databases, Weapons Manifests -- anything and everything down to the dimensions of the rivets used in construction of their fighters.

"Damn feds..." he retorts at the endless barrage of information. "The victims of the battle, and still arrogant as hell! Huh. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

A muffled note of laughter catches in his throat at the clearly sarcastic comment. It was true, though, that they had counted on their non-exisant wits and unhealthy self confidence to overcome the disputes. Although they held themselves in such high regards, it had still been easy enough to snatch the pad from the federation headquarters and disappear unnoticed into his quite noticable shuttle launched in clear view of the vessels that patrolled in orbit of the paradise planet.

He fumbles the tiny lamp that juts out from his contorted smirk. The soft, ominous glow leaps from the screen, throwing him, and the pad, into darkness. The night was graced with only one, hazy moon. The stars were hidden behind the thick, heavy fog. He pockets the small screen reluctantly, instinctively clutching the butt of his gun as he starts off towards the skeletal framework of the Hall. Anyone else might not have given up so easily. But until he could find some alternative light source, he was still human, with only two eyes and limited vision.

"How's it coming?" he bellows to one random worker gawking stubbornly at a large metal beam. He flips his pistol expertly into its holster, ducking under a grate and towards the opposite edge of the construction where a small accumulation of debris lay scattered along the brush. Another glance to the workers, chipping away at the task in the middle of the night. One thing was for sure, the rebels were much better off than the feds in the first place. Stubborness had always been on their side.

[OOC: Alright, more computer problems. We had to wipe the hardrive recently, and since then, things have become a little more difficult for me (in terms of role playing), what of the endless hours my parents spend "rebuilding" the system. Sure, it's for the good of us all. Ha.

Anyways, I'll try to be more active in the next while. But can someone please fill me in? Did the rebel's escape? Or are they still caught in the clutches of the feds? I posted here because it looks as if we're making a new start, and things have seemed to settle down a little over at Venhydra. Oh and... Raven? You still here?]

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