The Zoner Conference

[Jeremy Hunter]

The Osprey belonging to Teresa Whitehall exited the Omega 49 jump hole, finally out of Dublin and away from that psycophatic redhead.
Of course Genine, get held up and send me throue Moore's territory. I feel s-o loved.
Teresa sighed, hitting cruise. The flight to Gran Canaria had been uneventful. Lucky for her; Leeds had been strangely quiet the last couple of days. Calm...in war, it never was good. It only was a harbinger of chaos.
She sighed, banking around some idiot's Nephilim, and entered the docking ring. Soon enough she was winging away across Gran Canaria towards the Holliday estate, Tombstone. Looking around the estate from the air, she began her descent.

Her Osprey settled onto a landing pad, Teresa turning everything off in the Osprey before climbing out, clad in a simple but elegant cream-colored dress. Rolling her shoulders, she stood there, breathing in the Gran Canaria air, before slowly making her way to the estate.

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Elyssa cursed as another rock hit her Roc. She had been lost in the ice clouds - these were ice clouds, right? - in Omega 49. Finally finding her way out, Elyssa headed to the planet, carefully skirting the edge of the giant Nephilim.
Overcompensating for something? she mused, heading down to the surface. Winging her way over the landscape, she nearly lost control and crashed, she was so enthralled. It was mostly untouched, unlike Erie.
Smiling to herself, Elyssa headed down to Tombstone, settling down near an Osprey. Hopping out, Elyssa twirled once, her red dress billowing.
"They better know how good they got it."
Elyssa headed off towards the estate, a dozen steps behind Teresa.

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.