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IC: "Good hunting."
Wow, I was not expecting this... Umm, sure.
OOC: He or she should already be in the caves. Just give a detailed description and hir or her relationship to the other spectres.
Also, where is Duke, Mecha, Naits, etc? Come on peoples. We need you. I can't drag out these repairs any longer. Zarkun, order Naits to attack CR.
IC: Lucas: "Jessica, what have you been doing this last few months?"
"Roaming the sector, killing zerg, working on machines for hire or just cause I can. I actual killed an Ultralisk and took its Kaiser blades then scaled them down for my own use. To forever to get the weight balance right." I keep working on making the replacement parts.
I looked over the progress in the control room, seeing the live feed from the drones. Each one was at different point, far from any base. I carefully watched, looking for something that could help me.
The men, however, thought this was pointless.
"Sir, if I may ask, why are we wasting time on this?"
"As I said before, we are searching for something."
"Then why are looking for something that-"
"There. Camera 4. Zoom in to that blue plant."
The monitor had it's image zoomed to show the beautiful blue flowers that were in a small clearing.
"Send a bio team to retrieve it. I want it brought it to me when they get it."
The man sighs as he relays the order. I do a silent chuckle as I leave. Things were about to change soon.
OOC: Naits, you get 250 supply. Build an army using anything from the campaign EXCEPT for mercenaries.
IC: Lucas: "Sounds like Daniel. Damn idiot been going crazy. Figuratively. He has such a power lust and ego now."
John: "The dude can cut people in half with his hand. I literally saw him tear someone in half. I vomited right afterwards. I THINK, just a thought, I THINK that he's over doing it."
OOC: Game supplies, of course.
IC: John: "Well, he was quick about it, but, man, do he brutalize that guy."
Henry: "Elder, are you there! ELDER?!"
Elder: "I'm here, Henry. Don't yell. Over."
Henry: "Oh, I'm sorry! I was so worried. What happened?"
Elder: "We were EMP'ed. Over."
Henry: "Right, right. Can you send some radio transmitters for Syclla over here. Over."
Elder: "A transmitter for a hydralisk? Yeah, I guess we can do that. Over."
Henry: "Yeah... It is a little awkward huh?"
Elder: "We are receiving the overlords right now. Hang on. Over."
John: "Yes, well. We worry about him."
Mick is a master of trickery. He imitates voices and appearances expertly, and this is often valuable to the Spectre group. He is skinny and slightly below average height. Other Spectres view him as a good friend, and someone they can trust, though he often prefers his own company to others'. He is very intelligent.
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