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[color=SteelBlue][h3]Rave "The Shadow" Mallard[/h3]
Frixion Prime[/color][/center]

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Rave wanted to be impressed with what he was seeing, the lack of harm to himself or Akagalcia, never mind the fact that the two different elements had combined so smoothly, but he was more concerned with what the fall out would be with the rest of the law enforcement. Turning, he beckoned into the docks, where he knew a spaceport was. [color=SteelBlue]"Alright, we've bought ourselves some time, and they probably still don't know what we look like. If we hit the spaceport and find a ship to another planet [b]now[/b], we can slip away and give the heat a chance to die down."[/color]

Making his way into the labrynth of storage containers waiting to be shipped off, Rave draws his C-150 and a punch knife and listens as they walk. [color=SteelBlue]"Besides, I had planned on seeing more of the universe anyways."[/color]