Re: How Did You Feel When You Learned The Truth?
Rector: Your pets are no threat to us.
(the attacks made by the dragons are absorbed by the Verto shielding)
Maioribus: (huffs)
(puts his hand to his ear again)
Any news...?
I understand.
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Rector: Your pets are no threat to us.
(the attacks made by the dragons are absorbed by the Verto shielding)
Maioribus: (huffs)
(puts his hand to his ear again)
Any news...?
I understand.
troy: just gotta ride this one out...
logan: yeah... ain't no stoppin' this one.
Maioribus: (looks down at Logan and Troy)
You wish to see battle, fleshlings?
troy: naaaaaw. we want to see a nice carnival for our children.
Maioribus: Vertos! Prepare for battle!
Vertos: (activate canons and rockets)
logan: i think it worked.
Rector: (picks Logan up)
Corruo: (picks Troy up)
logan: why are you carrying me?
Rector: You're going to need a shield.
logan: okay, good. i thought you were gonna use some kind of planet-wide-in-diameter projectile.
Corruo: That would be a good idea...
Maioribus: Vertos! Move out!
(Vertos head towards the planet's surface)
logan: just make sure you're f***in yourself while you do it.
troy: (snorts, laughs)
Corruo: Be lucky I don't drop your friend, fleshling.
(they enter the planet's atmosphere, gaining speed)
logan: you can stop carrying us now.
Rector: Not yet.
(suddenly thousands of small missles are shot at the Vertos)
(their shield, however, block them)
troy: oh, come on. our dragons could slaughter them.
Ardeo: Do not underestimate a race by the weapons they wield... nor so a bomb by it's size.
logan: what did you do to my head, anyway? it's been sporadically bleeding for the past fifteen minutes
Velox: Nothing a little shot of whituff won't heal.
Maioribus: Contact in ten.
logan: so elusive