Good Morning Saigon

[Kaze]

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Planet Saigon | Sigma-21
01/06/825 AS, 09:39AM

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Picked up like she was a military duffel bag, the Dragon pilot quickly started running towards his ship. While his shoulder was pressing her wound, igniting her pain with every step he took, she tried to shrug it off and managed to get some shots in, to force some of the Rheinlanders to duck. Thrown into the small backseat without ceremony, the pilot jumped into his own and while the engines rumbled over a cold-start, the Katana's weapons made sure none of the now hiding Rheinlanders would come close. As the Katana rose up in the atmo, trembling and rumbling, she felt her mind slipping away as her eyes trailed the surface of Saigon. Her hand, bloody from pressing the wound, pressed against the high density polymer cockpit window and slid down as she became unconscious.

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Again he spoke in the Kusarian language that he'd so unhappily picked up. "Right...now that that's done, who the hell are you?" He asked with no ceremony, with a double objective. One, to keep whoever it was awaken, and two, to get some bloody answers.

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[08:11 PM] Dusty Lens said: Well in that case. NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKE & #SAVAGE & #STORIES