Re: How Did You Feel When You Learned The Truth?
Laure: (reappears)
(looks at Logan)
You all better get your asses in gear.
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Laure: (reappears)
(looks at Logan)
You all better get your asses in gear.
logan: right... troy full shields, adam prepare all weapons fire on all cylinders at will, locke prepare the fighters, dispatch when ready. (moves to leave the ship)
Laure: Where are you going?
Vir: (looks at Logan)
(roaring heard in distance)
logan: to my personal fighter... or did you want me to stay?
Vir: Just tell me where your hanger is, sir.
logan: that wasn't a mechanical roar...
(roar is heard again)
Laure: We know what a dragon is...
Vir: (looks at Laure)
(says something to Laure in Kilish)
Laure: (crosses her arms)
Vir: (looks back at Logan)
I have to go with you, sir... now, where's your hanger?
logan: the hell you do...
Laure: Locating hanger. Location downloaded.
Vir: Thank you, Laure.
(walks off)
(roaring intensifies as if it is moving closer)
Vir: (stands at the bridge door)
Laure: (looks at Logan)
logan: now i'm going to to leave this bridge and don't think for one second that you're going to stop me.
Vir: Wasn't planning to, sir... but I am going with you.
troy: m'lord and his dragon are only in favor of each other...
adam: any outsider will be killed because of the fusion of power...
Vir: I'm going in my own ride... just following him.
troy: nevertheless you must keep your distance...
adam: dragons, particularly his, don't like to be followed especially at close distance. i'd say 500 yards would be good.
Vir: I'll follow as damn close as I see fit. That dragon won't bring any harm to me.
troy: then my regrets go with you because i won't attend your funeral.
Vir: (growls) Whatever, fleshling.
logan: (scoffs, walks off bridge)