Makhai Winters
Kumauri Industries
Death, like life is a journey...
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Post by Makhai Winters on Feb 16, 2016 20:17:02 GMT -8
*The apprentice quickly and abruptly followed. It was clear that the group planned to commense elsewhere. He did not look back as his robes swept behind him upon exiting. The Apprentice grabbed the bag he had left just outside of Ver'metus' ship. He boarded and settled his stuff quickly and set in the navigator spot.*
My homeworld of Kashyyyk seems the best candidate
*He remarked quickly. He took off the Advanced Bio Mask and helped plug in the coordinates and took off upon being granted clearance. the course was laid in and the small freighter soon jumped to hyperspace after the destroyer.*
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Post by Ghôsh Windu on Jan 27, 2017 2:44:17 GMT -8
Ark General Kane sat on the bridge of Bane's Tail A Venator-class Star Destroyer, they had been in the system waiting on a report from Azaia, who like her brother seem to be taking her time, completing her task, in truth they had established consistent line of resource sharing, but most of that went threw Psi as Azaka was still giving Kane the cold shoulder after he tried to delay her by over ranking her. was it his fault he loved her , she wasn't just her brother sister she was his wife, mother to his children. she was a cold woman he thought , but her passions made her run hot, the cobras blood as the old men his day would call it, he chuckled to himself. the personal on the bridge went about their operations paying him no attention,. Psi entered the bridge a few guards saluted her as she was announcedBridge Guard: Princess of Whispers on the Bridge Psi walked over to her father in immediately put a holo of a new star fighter design, s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/75/36/15/7536152432c7b0f55cf86029b2b11105.jpg *Psi: i have just finished designing a new star fighter for the 1st Orders, each with stealth capabilities, also i have a new report form axe seems he having trouble locating the two droids My LOrd Uncle sent him for , the cold has not gone completely cold, but he has found schematics for the BT-1 unite from an Galactic Empire's Intelligence agency outpost, he will be dropping them off soon,Kane: How Long will it take to reconstruct a prototype of this droid?, i would like to send one too both Pharaoh and General Azaia, as faw as star fighters go we still waiting on a report from the General no factories have been secured.Psi: to my knowledge a few lords have be delaying a ball so there daughters could come of age, the ball is my mother will make her move to become ruler of the Cartann Kane: is there more?Psi: not really, but i think she will done soon and we can move to phase twoPsi walked over and kissed General Kane on the forehead*Psi:Father, Mother is petty sometimes but she loves you, *with that psi left the bridge and Kane stood up from his command chair and walked to the window, someone brought him a cigar and lit it for him, the General stared out at open space as he pulled and ashed his cigar, he was thinking on the 1st day he arrived at old Kashyyyk Academy, when he was just a soldier who signed up to fight with the new chief Saber, who had become a sith and wanted to conquer worlds, the temple had been hidden in the ground of the shadowlands but the high tower of jennair brimstone went up into the lower tree tops and some morning the sun was shin threw the darkness , like it was the moment he first saw Azaia sparing with 3 men twice her size, AKK dogs sitting around the ring , her eyes locked with his and she winked at him, as she threatened to snap a guys neck, he was drawn back to the present by a captain asking for his approval on a form
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Post by Harlan Petrovsky [Retired] on Dec 11, 2017 10:08:17 GMT -8
Exiting hyperspace above the terrestrial world of Adumar, High Admiral Petrovsky stood on the bridge of his recently acquired Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer, christened Conquered Star. As reports came flooding in, stating that there were no hostile vessels in the vicinity, Petrovsky issues his orders.
"Inform Captain Blackwall that we have arrived. Have his team prepped and ready to go. I want boots on the ground in thirty."
As his orders were carried out, Harlan returned his attentions to the void of space above the planet. Something didn't seem quite right. A nagging sensation in the back of his mind that something was off about this, despite FLEETCOM designating this a milk run. But Harlan knew nothing was ever that simple...
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Post by Thomas Blackwall [Retired] on Dec 11, 2017 10:26:36 GMT -8
Captain Blackwall was on his way to the hangar bay, already armored up when his comm crackled. It was the Ops Center.
Captain. The High Admiral wants you on the ground in thirty. How copy?
Beneath his helmet, he rolled his eyes. This new High Admiral may have known his stuff, but he sure didn't seem to realize that both Blackwall and his team were one of the best squads that had served on the front lines of the war. Winning over a dozen battles in the name of the First Order and killing thousands of Alliance soldiers, Blackwall and his team were the best of the best. Keying his mic, he answered.
"I'm Oscar-Mike, Star Actual. ETA to lift off, two minutes."
And with that, he terminated the link and strode into the hangar bay, where the Atmospheric Assault Lander, dubbed The Bucket by her crew, sat ready for lift off. Carbon scorching scored the hull of the ship as did several pock-marks from stray blaster fire on the ground. She might not have been pretty, but she got the job done. And had managed to pull their tails out of the fire more often than not. With 'Wings' in the pilot seat, The Bucket became an extension of himself. He could thread a needle through the eye of a blackhole with that bird, if given the chance. Without him, they wouldn't have survived this long. Marching up to the AAL, his team was busy loading their gear into the hold. Keying the external speakers on his helm, he addressed them.
Fireteam Castle! Set your boots on the line!
Jumping to it, the other troopers of Fireteam Castle formed up on the line designating The Bucket's landing space. Clearing his throat, Blackwall addressed them.
Alright ladies, listen up! Our newly appointed Skipper has recieved word that there is some abandoned weapons tech out here at the missile factories. It's so hot that the Supreme Commander himself wants the get his hands on it. Meaning we're up. We are the best the First Order has to offer! Lets load up and get set to retrieve some new toys for Imperial R & D! Ooh-RAH!
There it was. The mission laid out for them. A simple snatch and grab operation, but one of vital importance.
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Post by Fireteam Castle [Retired] on Dec 11, 2017 10:49:27 GMT -8
As Captain Blackwall issued their orders and ended with a boisterous 'Ooh-RAH', the team responded in kind.
OOH-RAH!
As the Captain nodded at them approvingly, he waved them off to finish loading up The Bucket. Master Sergeant Nolan Winters, otherwise know to the team as 'Reaper', hefted a case carrying his sniper rifle.
Yo, Helo. If this is a simple S n' G, why am I being placed on overwatch? It don't make a lick of sense.
The larger member of the team merely chuckled to himself.
Reaps, you should know by now that when the Supreme Commander is involved, nothing ever goes according to plan. He's got the biggest bullseye painted on his back right now. Remember the Dantooine fiasco? Seemed simple enough. Then the Alliance showed up and the next thing we knew, we were running with our tails tucked betwix our legs. Shit goes sideways in the field. Always. We'll be fine. Especially with Jester watching our backs, right Jester?
Another member of the team was setting a case down, though this one had a non-regulation smiley face spray painted on it.
'course you got nothing to worry about. I mean, look at me. I'm fuckin awesom! And if shit really does go sideways, we've always got Wings watching over us. 'sides, who in their right gorram mind would want to tangle with the Star anyways? I mean, she's a frakking monster of a ship. Probably give the Invictus a good run for her money...-
At that point, Orion, the slicer and tech expert of the group interjected.
-...provided that axial superlaser isn't operation. Otherwise your day will be FUBAR real quick like. We have our orders. Let's just get in and get out like we always do...-
Seeing the opening, Jester interjected his comment.
...-well, maybe you are the in and out type of guy, but I like to be thorough, make sure my lady's satisfied good and proper...
At this point, the youngest member of the team piped in.
Oh please, give it up already. Everyone here knows the only woman you are ever going to get is your left hand with some makeup on it. Especially after that incident infront of the First Commissar....-hey! Ouch!
As soon as the mention of the First Commissar, Azria Delvardus, was brough up, Jester swung the butt of his rifle playfully at Viper's helmet, clanking him in the back of the head.
Zip your lip. Captain's coming back out.
Smartening up real quick, the members of Fireteam Castle finished loading their gear onto The Bucket.
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Post by Harlan Petrovsky [Retired] on Dec 18, 2017 8:55:11 GMT -8
As the ground team finished their preparations, Harlan continued to remain vigilant. Even though peace had come to the galaxy for now, some units on the front lines or out on clandestine operations might not have been aware yet. So anything could happen, espcially out here in the middle of nowhere. And despite the tentative peace between the First Order and Galactic Alliance, Harlan wasn't planning on being caught flat-footed. No. This was when mistakes were made. And they were usually very costly ones. None of that would happen under Harlan's watch. He would make sure of it.
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Post by Thomas Blackwall [Retired] on Feb 18, 2018 9:43:28 GMT -8
As the Conquered Star hung in orbit over the out of the way world of Adumar, the Atmospheric Assault Lander, affectionately dubbed The Bucket by her crew, finally lifted off the deck and moved out of the hangar bay. Once clear, the AAL began its descent towards the planet and the waiting missile tech that was so highly sought after. As the craft made its way to the planet, Captain Blackwall felt a sinking feeling in his gut. Something was amiss here. But he pushed those thoughts from his mind for the time being. They had a job to do, and he intended to carry out his assignment with the proficiency and discipline his team had garnered since the campaigns in Chiss space. They were the best of the best of the First Order's Stormtrooper Corp. From Csilla to Ossus, Blackwall and Fireteam Castle had earned the reputation of being 'Shock' troopers. Winning against all odds, eliminating the enemy with extreme prejudice, and spreading the stability and order that the First Order was striving to impose upon this chaotic galaxy. And soon, upon completing this task, the people of Adumar would know order. And the First Order would have gained new weapons tech to further build their forces.
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Post by Chase Hargrave [Retired] on Feb 25, 2018 15:21:47 GMT -8
Battlegroup Thanatos exited hyperspace on the dark side of Adumar in standard formation. Vice Admiral Hargrave stood on the bridge of the MC-140 Scythe-Class Main Battle Cruiser, Infinitium. Having stripped any and all Galactic Alliance identification markings from his fleet, Hargrave was out here as part of the Resistance that opposed the peace treaty between the Galactic Alliance and the First Order. Searching for a way to give the Alliance an edge over the First Order, should the tenative and uneasy peace be broken, Hargrave had received a tip that there were some prototype missiles being manufactured here on Adumar. Knowing that the First Order would be gunning for the advantage as well, Hargrave made the decision to run this as a side op. No paper trail, no official Alliance ties, therefore avoiding an incident by breaching the peace. As Hargrave contemplated how he was going to go about this, an ensign at the sensor station spoke up.
"Sir! We have one Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer on our scope, bearing the markings of the First Order."
Hargrave sighed deeply.
"It would appear as though we weren't fast enough. Bring the fleet up to Combat Alert Alpha. Set Condition One throughout the ship and lets get ready to make the First Order dance. All ships ahead full. Attack formation."
After receiving several 'Aye-sirs' from the various crew, klaxons sounded as the ships powered up for combat. As the ships began to push towards the Resurgent, Hargrave spoke once more.
"We all know why we are here. We've all made the decision. There is no turning back now. Have the Genesis drop ground teams. We need to beat the First Order to the prize."
As the orders were carried out, the Genesis, a Bothan Assault Carrier, broke formation and headed towards the surface of Adumar to drop troops to the surface. Hopefully the First Order hadn't been here long, otherwise they were in for one helluva fight...
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Post by Harlan Petrovsky [Retired] on Feb 25, 2018 15:35:00 GMT -8
Standing on the bridge of the Conquered Star, the newly acquired Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer, High Admiral Harlan Petrovsky smirked as proximity alarms sounded. Of course there would be some sort of resistance against the First Order's operation here. Even with being at peace, someone wanted to thumb their nose at the Order's goal. Either way, it would give him a chance to test out the First Order's new toys on the surface, as per the Emperor's wish. Moving to the central viewport, Petrovsky called up the display of ships and magnified it. No identification markings whatsoever. Clever, he thought to himself. Stroking his beard, he issued orders.
"Set General Quarters. All hands, man your battlestations!"
As the order was carried out with the efficiency expected by such well trained officers, Harlan's eyes narrowed. He had a plan, but he needed to make contact with the enemy first. Perhaps he could find a way to dissuade them, or find a weakness to explore. And he liked to know who he was facing.
"Comms, get me a connection to that ship. I want to see who I'm dealing with."
Moving to the holo-pad, Petrovsky stepped up onto it as it warmed. Once it was active, he began speaking.
Attention hostile fleet, this is High Admiral Harlan Petrovsky of the First Order Imperial Navy. State your intentions or you will be subject to defensive actions.
Normally the sight of a Resurgent would be enough to cause someone to stand down, however, there were those elements that were unhappy with the peace treaty. One could only hope the aggressor here would see reason.
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Post by Chase Hargrave [Retired] on Feb 26, 2018 9:17:14 GMT -8
The ships of Battlegroup Thanatos continued to advance steadily, when the call came through.
Sir! Incoming transmission from the enemy ship.
Stepping away from the holo-display table, Hargrave, hands clasped behind his back, strode towards the holo-tank, where a hologram would be received. As he approached, the image of a well dressed Admiral appeared. Chiselled features, regulation length hair, freshly pressed uniform. Yes, this was definitely who he claimed to be. Gathering himself up, Hargrave knew he had been made already, so there was no point in trying to screw around with the Imperial High Admiral.
"High Admiral Petrovsky. A pleasure. Vice Admiral Hargrave, Alliance Fifth Fleet. I am here to collect something of interest to Alliance Brass, nothing more. Although, putting you down would surely be a perk. Stay out of our way and we will stay out of yours. Deal?"
At this point, they were still far enough out to disengage from their attack. Regardless of identifying himself, Hargrave's fleet was void of any sort of identification markings, giving him the ability to strike first. Petrovsky was sporting the First Order insignia, meaning he was technically bound by the peace treaty. He seemed the honorable sort, perhaps they could go about their business here without further interaction. Though, knowing the First Order well enough, he highly doubted that, even is Petrovsky was the honorable sort.
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Post by Harlan Petrovsky [Retired] on Feb 26, 2018 10:16:14 GMT -8
Standing on the holo-pad, Harlan smirked. So, the Alliance was doing covert operations? Not that it mattered. Legally, he was bound by the peace treaty. He couldn't attack the ships bearing down on him. But he was well within his means to retaliate, should the Alliance ships open fire. And, on the ground, that would bea different story. He was ordered to collect the prototype missile munitions that were currently being held in a factory in the main city of Cartann. And he was given permission to test the newly developed walkers on any resistance on the ground. In truth, Harlan was here to pull Adumar under the sway of the First Order, by any means necessary. And being the High Admiral within the First Order, he had the pull to make an incident such as this disappear off the records. He could eliminate a portion of the Alliance's Fifth Fleet, a high ranking official and cover it up, simply because he could. But he wasn't going to press an attack in orbit. Not yet anyways. The Conquered Star was more than capable of standing up against the ships arrayed against her. But he would wait, for now. He wanted to see just how far he could push this Vice Admiral before he became desperate enough to attack him without provocation.
"Vice. Admiral. Hargrave. Your reputation preceeds you. I was unaware that the Alliance was allowed to attack a First Order vessel without proper provocation. Doing so would be a clear violation of the peace treaty signed by our respective governments. And you know as well as I, if you attack my ship first, I have every right to retaliate. Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Hargrave. You stay out of my way and let me retrieve what I've been ordered to retrieve and we can all be on our merry way. Interfere with my operation in anyway and I will make Adumar your grave, of that, you can be certain."
Harlan grinned as he spoke, knowing full well he was getting under Hargrave's skin.
"The ball, as they say, is in your court, Vice Admiral. Stand down and this won't get messy. Continue to issue idle threats and I may just forget that our nations are at peace and bury you here. You know full well what a ship of this caliber is capable of...good day to you, Vice Admiral."
And with that, Harlan motioned for the channel to be closed. Stepping off the holo-pad, he strode to the central viewport and seated himself in the command chair as a servant brough him a fifth of scotch. Swirling the amber liquid around in the glass for a few moments, he downed the contents in one gulp.
"Prepare to engage in surface activities. Begin landing our troops. Secure Cartann."
As his orders were carried out, Harlan continued to watch the advancing ships with curiosity.
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Post by Chase Hargrave [Retired] on Mar 11, 2018 10:19:07 GMT -8
Hargrave clenched his jaw as Petrovsky spoke. More out of annoyance than anything else. The thing that irritated him the most was that Petrovsky was right. If Hargrave fired upon the First Order ship without proper provacation, he was breaking the tentative peace treaty, risking an all out war against the First Order once more. A war that, to be honest, the Alliance couldn't hold out against for very long. They had barely survived the initial war against the rising First Order. Now that the Order had established itself with its military dominance, the Alliance couldn't stand toe to toe with them for long without losing. And Hargrave knew that. And so did Petrovsky, as he had pointed out. Letting out a sigh, Hargrave issued new orders.
"Stand down. Break off our attack run and set up a defensive formation over Cartann."
Hargrave watched as the Resurgent moved towards the planet's surface.
"If Petrovsky wants something from Cartann, we'll make him work for it at the very least. Get our troops down to the surface and secure the city. Let's make Petrovsky's job a lot more difficult until I can figure out a way to push him out of this system..."
Stepping down from the main viewport, Hargrave leaned over the holo-table, thinking hard on how he was going to out maneuver the First Order here without violating the peace treaty. It wasn't going to be easy, but he was certain he could do it if he played his cards right, so to speak.
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Post by Harlan Petrovsky [Retired] on Apr 12, 2018 15:21:49 GMT -8
Seated on the bridge, Petrovsky watched the formerly advancing ships break off their attack run and begin moving down towards Cartann. With a smirk, he plucked a fresh glass of scotch from the serving tray brought to him by his aide.
"An interesting change of tactics..." he mused to himself.
Swirling the contents of the glass around, he downed the contents in one gulp.
"Launch all fighters and begin landing our troops. Let's see what this Vice Admiral is made of, shall we? Inform Captain Blackwall of his incoming guests and assure him that the Star will be providing any support he requires."
Continuing to observe the movements of the Alliance fleet, Petrovsky signaled for the new MegaSix Walkers to be deployed as well, to both be tested and used as a distraction to draw Hargrave's forces away from Cartann while Blackwall and his team completed their objective.
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Post by Chase Hargrave [Retired] on Apr 15, 2018 10:20:48 GMT -8
Standing on the bridge of the Infinitium, Vice Admiral Hargrave of the Alliance Fifth Fleet, observed the Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer as it moved towards the planet. At this distance, small flickers of light could be seen along side it, indicating that landing craft and fighters were being launched. So, it appeared as though High Admiral Petrovsky wanted to tangle on the ground. Having reached orbit over Cartann first, he'd have his work cut out for him. Regardless of how quickly the First Order could deploy its forces, the Alliance was able to dig in and wait, making the First Order come to them. It did give them the advantage for the time being. It allowed the Alliance to set up defensive fortifications and begin searching the Industrial District for the munitions factory that would hold the prized they sought unhindered. But Hargrave knew that wouldn't last long, once the First Order was on the ground. Which meant he needed to act quickly. He knew the First Order would come in, guns blazing. Petrovsky may have been an Imperial Officer, but he was also a smart man. Orbital warfare would have easily decimated Hargrave's battlegroup. He wanted them on the ground. And as much as Hargrave may have been partially playing into Petrovsky's plans, he couldn't risk doing nothing. The munitions located within Cartann would give the Alliance an advantage. An advantage they desperately needed. Observing the holo-map, Hargrave continued to watch as his forces on the surface spread out and dug in. This was going to get messy, that much was certain.
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Post by Harlan Petrovsky [Retired] on Jul 14, 2018 21:05:27 GMT -8
Sitting in low orbit, well within bombardment range of Cartann City, the Conquered Star hung, poised to strike. As the status report came back from Captain Blackwall, detailing the find of ordnance within the city, Petrovsky keyed in the frequency to make his report. Standing on the holopad as it warmed, he spoke.
"My Lord. We have encountered the Alliance over Adumar. A small fleet. Nothing we can't handle. And Captain Blackwall has reported in. The ordnance you seek is intact and secure for the moment. I have an invasion force moving in to counter the Alliance as we speak, testing the new walkers, as ordered."
Upon giving the update, Petrovsky simply waited for his superior to reply to him before continuing.
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Viox Savage
Blackguard Imperium
"You want the same as me. My redemption, eternal ascension. Setting me free."
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Post by Viox Savage on Jul 14, 2018 21:10:34 GMT -8
The image of the Zabrak Sith Lord, Viox Savage, wavered slightly as it sprang to life on the bridge of the Conquered Star. As the First Order High Admiral gave his report, the Sith replied.
You produce results, High Admiral. Securing the ordnance is the main objective, however, I want to you crush the Alliance forces impeding your progress.
The Sith paused, gazing down at the Admiral. Curling the fingers of his right hand into a fist and raising it up before himself, he spoke once more.
Wipe them out. All of them.
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Post by Harlan Petrovsky [Retired] on Jul 14, 2018 21:15:18 GMT -8
Bowing his head in acknowledgement of the Sith's praise of his abilities, he then ordered them to wipe out the Alliance forces present. While it was in breach of the peace treaty, he wasn't about to question the Sith. Inclining his head again, he replied.
"Of course, my lord. It will be done."
As the hologram of the Zabrak faded away, Harlan issued orders.
"Engines, all ahead full. Raise forward deflectors and bring weapons systems online. Tac, get our remaining fighters in the air. All hands, prepare to engage the enemy."
As the bridge crew jumped to action, the Star began to rise up out of Adumar's low orbit as it accelerated towards the Alliance Fleet.
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Harnan Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Aug 29, 2019 20:01:39 GMT -8
There was a pause before the bridge officer spoke.=Officer=Fleet Admiral? =Shel=Do as he says. The rest of the fleet is to remain here, or until we send for them. With that the ship sprang into action, or as much as the crew could in their current state. Soon the ship disappeared into the streaking blue of Hyperspace. Harnan had remained within the conference room with Shel as the Pathbreaker traveled through hyperspace away from the Core World of Corulag to the Wild Space world of Adumar. The Turbulent-class Star Destroyer exiting hyperspace a few hours after having departed Corulag. Harnan rose from his seat and took a few steps over to Shel. Looking her over to see if perhaps his theory had been correctFeeling any better?
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Shel Hu
The First Order
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Post by Shel Hu on Sept 3, 2019 13:25:50 GMT -8
Pathbreaker came out of hyperspace and as it did, the crew started to feel as if a weight had been lifted from their shoulders. It was strange. Shel could feel her mind clearing and the same with the rest of her crew. Looking to Harnan, she nodded but with a confused look for a second, before realization dawned on her face.
=Shel= Very clever, Master Harnan...
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Harnan Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Sept 3, 2019 17:27:46 GMT -8
The change was noticeable, with Shel already seeming to be faring much better than before. He let out a laugh at her comment. It had all merely been a gamble. A stray chance that might have worked, or could have resulted in no change at all. A smirk settling upon his face as he watched her You give me too much credit... It was merely a hunch. Besides, figuring out the problem is one thing... Figuring out how to solve it? That is another matter entirely and one I suspect beyond my limited skill set to figure out...
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