Re: How Did You Feel When You Learned The Truth?
(the Vertos stare at Logan and Troy)
Corruo: (nods at Velox)
Velox: (walks towards Logan)
(activates an object that looks like a pair of pliers)
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(the Vertos stare at Logan and Troy)
Corruo: (nods at Velox)
Velox: (walks towards Logan)
(activates an object that looks like a pair of pliers)
troy: sucks to be you right now.
Velox: I will try to make this painless.
(stands beside Logan)
logan: what now?
Velox: (the pliers begin to twirl)
(inserts them in Logan's neck)
logan: (yells)
(another fleet drops out of hyperspace)
troy: finally...
carth: this is admiral Carth Onasi of the Sypher.
Bastilla: commodore Bastilla Shan of the Obelisk of Hope
Revan: and Admiral-in-Chief Revan of the Alpha Sypher, the Obelisk of Hope
(the pliers hit something metal)
(Logan can feel a small metal object being pulled from his flesh as Velox begin to pull it out)
(suddenly one of the Verto capital ships near the Sypher quickly transformd into a Ship-slice Verto)
(it grabs hold of the Sypher)
SSVerto: (growls)
sonia: what are you doing?!
Maioribus: (looks at a device on his arm) Twenty.
Velox: (pulls the object all the way out)
(it is about the size of a quarter)
sonia: what are you doing to carth's ship?!
Rector: Keeping them back.
Velox: (throws the small chip into the vast of space)
Maioribus: Ten.
Corruo: Nine.
(Vertos continue to count down)
sonia: they were holding their position you asscrack!
Maioribus: Too close.
Mort: One.
Ardeo: Boom.
(suddenly a very large explosion, caused by the chip, sends out a blast of hot air; violently rocking the Verto and human ships)
carth: -the hell?!
Fortis: (laughing)
What a pretty sight.
(growling)
troy: no, no, no. that doesn't work. now you've pissed them off.
Maioribus: And who might them be, fleshling?
(dragons roar in unison, begins flying psycotically)
Corruo: (watches them)
(growls) Pets...
(dragons begin assaulting vertos warships)
troy: your fault.