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 Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 2:53 pm
After Naver gets into Her A-wing Mira enters the Pilots seat closes the coakpit and takes off for Correila
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 3:35 am
The occupant stirred slowly. He was starting to remember things, but only what he had just done. He remembered how hard it was for him to even get up and where he had gone in this place. And now he had to find his way out of here.
Slowly climbing down off the table, the occupant noticed something small and shiny on the ground. What ever it was, the occupant could not stop staring at it. He bent down and picked it up. It was not cold to touch and was slightly larger then he had thought. Looking at it closely, he noticed a looped chain haning from it. Going on a hunch, he placed it over his head and let it hang around his neck. It looked good there. The pendant was a symbol of honour to the long forgotten organisation, but the occupant did not care. It looked pretty.
He walked out the control room and started to head in the general direction of the docking bay. Something was now telling him this was the way to go. Some voice from deep within side him. A voice that was not his own. This voice was soft, but firm. For now, the occupant was going to listen to it. It was directing him to more freedom.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 6:39 am
The occupant came to two very large and very closed doors. Yet that voice in the backof his being was telling to go through the doors. That more freedom could be found through there. As far as he could see, there ws no way in without opening the doors. The voice grew a little louder and more forceful. In order to make it quiet down again, the occupant had to get in there.
Looking around the doors, the occupant found something that might be useful. It appeared to be some osrt of switch or lock. What ever it was, just mashing it with his hands was not getting anywhere. Suddenly, the occupant remember the shiny thing hanging around his neck. Maybe it might open the doors and make the voice quiet down.
It took awhile, but finally it worked. The occupant slid the key through the lock correctly and the doors slowly opened. As they creeked and moaned, the occupant stood nack and watched it happen. This was the most impressive thing he had ever seen. Looking bakc at the key, he quickly let it hang around his neck. Things were starting to look up for the occupant. He was begining to forget that he had no idea who he was or where he was from.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 6:37 am
The voice start up again in the occupants head. This time it was telling him to just jump in one vessels and fly away. With much hesitation, the occupant slowly headed it the room. Which at a later point in time, he would know as a hanger.
Looking around the room, the voice in his head was directing him as to which vessel to take. Everytime he would place his hand on an incorrect vessel, two voices could be heard. The first was the one in his head telling him is at the wrong craft. And the second was the craft, saying something he could not understand.
Finally, the occupant came to the right vessel. The voice in his head did not object and the vessel said something that sounded nice. There was some clicking and wizzing noises, much like when the large doors opened. Suddenly, the vessel opened and it made more noises that sounded nice.
The voice started up again. It was saying go inside. It looked dark in there and cramped. The occupant did not know what to do.
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