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 Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 7:55 am
He quietly went about his task of restoring the generators
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 3:01 pm
Bending her knees slightly she watches." That was not a Czerka chip. and what are you doing?!?" Slightly annoyed but reluctant to take back her piece, it was not necessarily a loss just a matter of curiostity.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 5:59 pm
"What I'm doing is no concern of yours. Furthermore, the chip is meaningless to me, do what you want with it." He continued working.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 4:37 pm
"well thanks for your permission dad" she retorts rudely with a unappriciative snort."not that i give a ...."her voice trails off as her thoughts remain on who the hell he thinks he is compared to her, and heads to the ridgeline where a small cluster of boulders provide s low overhanging shelter and a comfortable place to rest,..at least as comfortable as it could get out here...
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 4:53 pm
"What an impudent child. She should be more careful who she mouths off to." It was late, He decided he would finish the generator tomorrow, he took his tools and went through the Sith Temple to his ship to rest.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 5:02 pm
" what an impudent ...impudent" she thinks, sensing s waft of judgementalism as she sets down on the sand, carefully watching him return into the belly of the beast. "this ought to be fun." she adds to herself in a grim tone, lighting a death stick as a breeze moans by.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 5:13 pm
Not trusting the girl here, he thoroughly inspected his ship to make sure it hadn't been tampered with. After he was satisfied, he went in and meditated. He would start at dawn the next day.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2006 7:20 am
Ariseing the next morning, and lighting the remaining half of her death stick she gazes at the fortess, watering down the taste with a slow pursed inhalation. She picks up her baggage and cuts a direct path to the fortress, taking a hit before entering the looming edifice.
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