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"Easy now, Johnston, I pay you to fly this thing, not to kill us all." Commander Cross joked, "Besides, The Root's big enough for about #,###,### copies of the Chameleon.
"Yes sir, we're going in for the approach now..." Corporal Johnston muttered
Damen Sat at one of the many Data String Computers, silent.

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-Marshall


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"realKnuckles" wrote:

"Easy now, Johnston, I pay you to fly this thing, not to kill us all." Commander Cross joked, "Besides, The Root's big enough for about #,###,### copies of the Chameleon.

"Yes sir, we're going in for the approach now..." Corporal Johnston muttered

Damen Sat at one of the many Data String Computers, silent.

This is my signature.
It's a signature.
It's not an art gallery, it's a signature.
-Marshall


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"realKnuckles" wrote:



"realKnuckles" wrote:


"Easy now, Johnston, I pay you to fly this thing, not to kill us all." Commander Cross joked, "Besides, The Root's big enough for about #,###,### copies of the Chameleon.


"Yes sir, we're going in for the approach now..." Corporal Johnston muttered


Damen Sat at one of the many Data String Computers, silent.

This is my signature.
It's a signature.
It's not an art gallery, it's a signature.
-Marshall


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Max stood outside by one of the doors, his gun rested firmly in the grip of his hands. There was nothing but a thick surface of glass and iron separating he and the glories of space; the worlds that lied beyond what scientists and astronomers knew and believed.

Arielle organised a pile of clean cloths and surgical instruments across the metal table, her calm eyes flickering back to where the unconscious man lay across the bed, the bottom half of his body covered with a crisp white sheet. Picking up a tool from the edge of the table, she moved to stand next to the table, and began cleaning his wounds.


 


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"Chen, turn the Nav system on." 
"I did, sir, the signal from the root must be incompatible with it."
"You'd think they'd have better technology...Damen, try to contact them."
Damen flicked the switch, "USG Root, this is the Engineer and moderator first class for the USM Chameleon, do you copy?"
The sound played back to them was static, with screeches of metal and what sounded like growling mixed in.
"..." The men were silent.

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It's not an art gallery, it's a signature.
-Marshall


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(May I join please ? And the special word is brute.)


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((Okay.))

This is my signature.
It's a signature.
It's not an art gallery, it's a signature.
-Marshall


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(Thanks.)


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Brute.
Name : Estelle Priscilla
Age :  32
Class : Engineer
Personality : Mainly polite, loyal at certain times but mostly prepared whilst working a lot.
Appearance : Estelle is quite tall, has light brown freckles, she also has dark straight brown hair, with pallid skin, and is slim.
Weapon of choice : Lubricants and oils.


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"Johnston are we going a bit fast?" Ace inquired
​"No, Sir, I've lost control, it's pulling us into the hangar bay, far too quickly."
"Everyone get ready to evacuate upon landing?!" Admiral Chen called

This is my signature.
It's a signature.
It's not an art gallery, it's a signature.
-Marshall


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