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01-12-2004, 07:51 PM | #2 |
Object of BM's Desires
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"Yes, but we're not really wanting to direct a lot of attention to us." Carolina had her chocobo follow after Ripel. "The less attention we have, the better chances we all get out of here alive."
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01-12-2004, 08:39 PM | #3 |
Sent to the cornfield
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The airship cruised almost silently through the air, the hum of its engines swallowed up by the gale-force winds swirling around it.
Helmsman, are we at the designated location yet? The pilot froze again. Hearing the voice of anyone in your head was disconcerting, to say the least, to speak nothing of Grandmaster Bandon himself. He tapped the intercom and answered in a voice as trembly as the rest of him. "Y...yes, my lord. We are within a mile of the spot you indicated." Excellent. Have the scryers continue to pinpoint his exact location. I want him found. Gunnery teams, prepare a full broadside from the starboard Tek laser batteries. Inner Council, assemble in the central chamber. The hunt will reach its climax soon. Bandon shifted his focus to abovedecks and smiled. This would be a good day. |
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