The conference room doors hissed open and Lt Comm.
Shevab entered on a hovercarrier,his waldoes attached
to his carapice. arms retracted.
Followed by Lt. Knucklebiter who was guiding a second
carrier with several boxes on top. There wewre fresh
burns in his hair along his massive forearms, and some
salve/gel on the worse ones.
Shevab guided his carrier to a monitor, raised it to a
level to see and bee seen before parking it.
{Sirs.} he acknowledged to those present over his
translator.
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OOC I tried to send thius earlir but Yahell was giving
me fits, so I do not know if it got thru.
Also I never got the second part of Shevab?renauds
conversation or much of anything else besides the
meeting that about to happen.
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It's not wether you are paranoid, but wether you are paranoid enough."
"Lord?, I did not go to Evil Laurel School for seven years to be called 'Lord'!"
It's all fun and games till someone loses an eye, then it becomes an Art/Sci project...
You think I'm a tough Master? Mine was disappointed when I ONLY got 2nd degree burns...
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