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Post by Rainstorm & Squirtle on May 29, 2004 18:36:54 GMT -5
Hunt Convoy walked the halls of his warship. He was sfae in the knowledge that the renegades were secure and had no chnace of escape but that did little to alliviate his troubled mind. Questions buzzed around the Maximal Commander's head; where were the Council Member's stasis pods, how had his brother died on this mudball?
He arrived at the bridge to find Seer at the controls going over schemtics. [glow=blue,2,300]Tell me old friend what do you see? [/glow] he asked the strange mystic. The bird bot stopped and his eyes clouded over as if in trance before responing. I see a clouded path ahead for us and especially you Commander. Not all are and is as it seems... [glow=blue,2,300]... Bring me Iceblade![/glow]
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Triton sat in the newly converted bridge of the ruined ship. It had taken several days for his troops to retrieve what they could from the cliff edge before it collapsed into the ocean. One thing was clear more than ever in that he needed a ship. Mentally outside he was linked to his four components who supervised the Predacon's building new defences, he allowed himself a moments enjoyment at their hard manual labour. The fools, had they honestly thought him gone! Triton turned back to the task at hand and the answer to his problem on the view screen transmitted from a Manowar drone scout's cameras; the Maximal Warship that had landed in the north...
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