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Post by Drake on Feb 8, 2005 12:34:58 GMT -5
Drake hummed a little tune as he slowly heads back to the hanger.
"Can't wait to get a good look at that double bubble. Heck, might even add a few extras to it, depending on how it appears..."
The terrier tosses a cresent wrench in the air, but misses catching it as it falls near the pelican.
"Oops, sorry about that. Did I hit anything?"
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Post by Drake on Feb 9, 2005 12:37:11 GMT -5
"Well, I was. Retired a few years ago after some injuries got too bad for me to continue in the field. Got these cybernetics in, but there not any that are really combat equiped or tested. Own a little hanger/workshop down by the port entrance."
He looks at the pelican, deep in thought.
"You look a little familar, do I know you from somewhere?"
ooc: Drake isn't all that old, maybe in his late 20's/early 30's.
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Post by Drake on Feb 9, 2005 20:46:11 GMT -5
"Ahh, thought the name sounded familar. My father had served under you. Damion Nightstar. He never advanced much in rank, sadly. Captured by a stormtoad. We still don't know what really happened to him."
Pauses a bit in thought, then goes back to smiling.
"So I joined the UAC to honor him and maybe see if I could find some trace of him. True, I'm not in the UAC now, but I still have my ways of gathering information. Anyways, it was nice to meet the commander my dad served under and I wish you all the luck in the Genus Home Guard."
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