Re: How Did You Feel When You Learned The Truth?
George: (puts on the sun glasses)
Qui suis-je?
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George: (puts on the sun glasses)
Ardeo: (a black visor comes over his eyes)
Hope you don't mind getting a bit hot, human.
(walks out of the building)
George: (follows) I don't.
Ardeo: Here... (hands him a bucket of blue liquid) I'm made to endure the heat... you're not. This should help portect you.
Fortis: We're going to be passing right by Maiori... and trust me, it gets really, really hot.
George: Should I drink this or...
Ardeo: Drink it and you'll die.
Fortis: Yeah... my system was corrupt forever...
Ardeo: Just dip your hand in it, place some on your face, all four limbs, and cover your abdomen.
(few moments later)
George: Okay, I'm done. (takes his bags)
Fortis: (fires up rockets) Ha ha! Road trip!
Ardeo: Hop on, human...
George: (hops on ) YIIHAAAAAAAAAA! (laughs)
Maiestas Prime- Verto Recovery Zone Alpha Minor
(the blue liquid George painted on has now completely melted off)
Ardeo: (lands just outside a large glowing sheild that seems to be covering that one side of the planet)
We walk from here.
(walks towards the sheild)
George: (follows carring bags)
Ardeo: (walks through the sheild followed by Fortis)
logan: i couldn't give a damn less about your terms. now if there is nothing more, i suggest you get the hell of my ship!
Contemno: (looks at Venator) Hostile?
Venator: Close enough. (evil smile)
(activates a large blade)
This is going to be fun.
logan: (smiles) you just don't get it, do you? i built this ship. inside and out. you touch me and you won't live long enough to move a millimeter.
Venator: We have survived centuries of war. Bullets don't touch us... bombs don't leave a scratch on our armor... we've survived planet-wide bombardments with not even minor wounds.
Contemno: Try us...
logan: i give you the same words...
Venator: (respectful huff) You leave us no choice...
(opens a com) Canis... open fire on the Bridge.
Canis: With great pleasure.
logan: (makes a pained face) oh such a bad idea...
Contemno: (activates a canon) Says you.