Well I know, but Ramia doesn't :P
Marcus XVI Member
STATUS: Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing. 8 yrs ago
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Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing.
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Purple, because aliens wear red hats.
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Isn't it weird how you can start a private conversation with yourself?
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*gurumble, mumble* Crappy space suit...
After just a while Ramia came to the conclusion that there was nothing she could do about the booster system of the Guardian. She felt annoyed and ever so slightly saddened by the sorry state the Flight Suit had gotten in to - after all she had been in plenty of dogfights and survived that long with it. She had come to think the massive war machine as a friend - a silent, unquestioning and very destructive friend, but a friend nevertheless. "I really hope we bump in to a mechanic..." The dark haired woman muttered to herself as she climbed to the Guardian's cockpit and slumped down in the pilot seat. "Computer, access secondary systems of the flight module and run a diagnostic." The screens in the cockpit blinked back to life and began running a full diagnostic on the Flight suit. In Ramia's opinion the damage report could not have looked worse. She mumbled something negative while continuing on other systems checks without even bothering to close the cockpit.
Aaah, thank you Finland for being relatively cold all the time ^^ Apart from the two weeks every summer when people melt.
I'm gonna wait for datadogie to post before I post again.
I don't know if it's in the dictionary, but I'm gonna keep using it. :P
Ramia's bionic eye flickered from blue to gold as she shrugged her shoulders. She refused to turn around and face the man again, because it might have been seen as a sign of weakness and submission. "First of all the 'crappy space suit' is a Guardian Flight Suit. Probably more state of the art than anything you have here. Oh and second of all, this conversation is over. I'll be checking up on my 'space suit' if you wish to discuss further." The dark haired woman smirked ever so slightly as she walked out of the room.
Well if you do have a scar on your face you tend to look a bit ruffian-ish. :P
We shall see about that :P
Ramia gave Belle a little glance paired with a little nod before following after James. She listened calmly, but was already making her mind about their 'leader'. When his explanation of their task at hand was complete she shrugged her shoulder. "If a whole damn fleet with long range scanners hasn't been able to find a ship of that size what makes you so sure we'll be able to do it?" Though her tone was polite it had a bit of an icy edge to it. "I'd also like to know how much each of us gets paid for this particular job." Ramia glanced up at the tall man - heck, he was at least 8 feet tall and looked like a bit of a ruffian to boot. The dark haired woman took the little microphone and examined it "I hope these things have a proper range... They seem like standard stuff, but with 60 credits you ain't..." She cut herself off mid sentence and turned on her heels.
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