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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 11, 2004 2:48:05 GMT -5
"I..." I grab ahold of his arm, tightly at first, but my grip quickly loosens. "No... I shoudldn't... " I find myself just standing, looking him in the eyes.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 11, 2004 2:51:46 GMT -5
"Very well. I will talk to you later when I wake up. Thank you for everything." He does not push the issue any further, and crawls into bed. He lays his head on the pillow and closes his eyes. It does not take him long to fall asleep, since his day was so taxing.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 11, 2004 2:55:30 GMT -5
I stand there until he is well asleep, then I slowly walk out of the room. I sigh, I am having a harder time than ever resisting the temptations presented to me. I quickly teleport to the Finnish army base and remove the core from the remaining nuclear bomb, which I bring back to my apartment and begin to disassemble.
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Post by Vaeris on Aug 11, 2004 3:00:33 GMT -5
I walk through the ruined streets of Helinski, gazing around.
I wrought this... destruction?
I hold my energy blade limply in my hands. I am dimly aware of its function, but I know my instincts will kick in should I need it.
This world is foreign to me. I truly do not belong...
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"Pyervie" Sovietski
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Servant to Kolov
I am born a slave, a tool to serve my master until my death...
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Post by "Pyervie" Sovietski on Aug 11, 2004 3:02:25 GMT -5
Hmmm, the lost soul of a mercenery... A former FRA mercenery, therefore property of Lord Kolov... I think. I send a telepathic message to the man far below
I can sense that you once served the FRA... I am a representative of the leader of that defunct organization, I can give you purpose... Just teleport aboard my aircraft and we'll talk.
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Post by Vaeris on Aug 11, 2004 3:03:20 GMT -5
Your... what? What are you talking about? I do not understand...
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"Pyervie" Sovietski
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Servant to Kolov
I am born a slave, a tool to serve my master until my death...
Posts: 87
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Post by "Pyervie" Sovietski on Aug 11, 2004 3:07:11 GMT -5
I can help you to find purpose... I am a friend, trust me. I can help you to escape from your dispair.
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Post by Vaeris on Aug 11, 2004 3:08:03 GMT -5
I... will go... but I don't understand. What is this... aircraft?
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"Pyervie" Sovietski
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Servant to Kolov
I am born a slave, a tool to serve my master until my death...
Posts: 87
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Post by "Pyervie" Sovietski on Aug 11, 2004 3:09:07 GMT -5
It is a flying machine, a sort of a giant metal bird. You can sense my presense, right? Teleport to my location.
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Post by Vaeris on Aug 11, 2004 3:10:02 GMT -5
I shall...
Wholly perplexed and wondering just what an "FRA" is, I gate into the ship.
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Post by Ashen on Aug 11, 2004 3:10:52 GMT -5
Ashen watched as Fei went to the rebel compound and entered into it. He became worried that he had been ignored. He decided to go back to Bassarov's apartment, figuring Fei would show up eventually. He walked back into the building and went to Bassaorov's door. Realizing that it was locked, and that he had been given no key, he knocked.
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"Pyervie" Sovietski
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Servant to Kolov
I am born a slave, a tool to serve my master until my death...
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Post by "Pyervie" Sovietski on Aug 11, 2004 3:11:45 GMT -5
(this is the plane in my sig)
You find yourself in a compartment dominated by a panel of levers, switches, lights and gauges. Above that is a window showing nothing but deep blue sky. I stand up from my pilot chair and greet the man. "Hello Vaeris. I am Pyervie."
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Post by Vaeris on Aug 11, 2004 3:13:11 GMT -5
I nod at him, unsure of how exactly I should greet him.
"How do you know of me?" I ask.
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"Pyervie" Sovietski
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Servant to Kolov
I am born a slave, a tool to serve my master until my death...
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Post by "Pyervie" Sovietski on Aug 11, 2004 3:16:58 GMT -5
"A time ago you served the same master as I do now. You may not remember but it is true. I am offering you help, what is it that you desire?"
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Post by Vaeris on Aug 11, 2004 3:21:40 GMT -5
"Yes... I need... help..."
The words come with great difficulty.
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