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[sub][color=111111][b]Outskirts of Frixion Prime — Crashed Ship[/b][/color]
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[/row][/table][color=f49ac2]"Hey, what gives!?"[/color] SIGINT complained loudly as her wrist was grabbed, unable to see through the smoke. For a moment, she did a double take as the car they were just in took off, before realizing that no one was inside. [color=f49ac2]"Trauma my ass, I've been through worse than this...ugh..."[/color]

She [i]said[/i] that, but she was still coughing profusely from the smoke. It was true that she had been through worse, but that didn't make it all go away. If anything, the gunfire from all sides, the lack of vision, reminded her all too well.

 
[i][color=f49ac2]"You idiot!! They followed you here!!"[/color]

[color=92278f]"I...no— I— I was sure that—"[/color][/i]

 
[color=f49ac2]"Ugh...!"[/color] Being yanked around with one hand, and trying to drag Melvin across the cement with the other, was getting to be just a bit more trouble than it was worth. Reluctantly, she dropped the drone's corpse, picking up her pace to match that of Giggles. [color=f49ac2]"That guy said he can run the ship, right!?"[/color] She shouted over the noise, [color=f49ac2]"I am all out of witty quips right now. I've hit my quota for the day. [i]I just want to be off this fucking planet.[/i]"[/color]