Rochester Inn

[Osilon]

The woman continued to eat her cake, quietly, for just a moment.
:Well, she was different...rather odd...seemed to keep passing out:
She put the fork exactly-parallel to the remaining cake on her plate.
:And she flew a rather large ship...i forget the exact name...Meeku...Meera...Meeya? I can't remember...:
She shook her head, dislodging a piece of hair stuck to her brow.
:All i can remember is i was told a large price to capture her. But the 'woman' was good...she put about seventy rounds from that autofire rifle before i was forced to fall back...but i managed to hit her in the shoulder with a lucky shot...i'm surprised i could even aim the damned thing under the flak...:

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.