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Time to fucking FLY.

The Troye Darcy took off and hit light speed like a brick to water, damn it was fast - the course? Plotted for the Gray's Grave, whatever fucking shit hole they were going to land on later. Zack turned to Kirkwood - ah yes KIRKWOOD the Addision fatty that had accompanied them.[i][color=ed077b]"Tell them the plan then, if there is one. If not then we're strafing some fucking rats man... Then we're taking grandpa aboard and there we go."[/color][/i] Zack turned to LUNA. [i][color=ed077b]"Yo where are the guns... The FEDKILL Rifles, the armor, what's up... Thought you'd bring it with you, shit.. we're going to be undergunned - but no one underdogs the underdog."[/color][/i]He turned to the pilot's seat where he monitored the ship until it came out of light speed. Fuck would she brief them?!? Who knew, it was like rocks on ice - would it hold?!
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