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: : : : : : : "..Now does your captain or her crew have any other questions for me? If not I shall...perform one final task before casting you out into the Mists." She said.
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: : : : : : : GM CockRoach
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: : : : : : Lorenzo believed he understood what was to happen. Though, if anything these two ladies might be the death of him, or would they help at all? Only time would tell.
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: : : : : : -Lt. Lorenzo Talon, CTO
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: : : : : Todd looked around "Casting us into the mists sounds rather ominous." He said his eye twitching in anxiety.
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: : : : : Sweenie (doctor)
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: : : : Todderick fiddled with his razors, the twitching becoming more and more noticable. A blood lust building in his gut. It was a feeling he hadn't felt for a long time, well until a day ago.
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: : : : Sweenie (doctor)
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: : : "Any more questions crew?" Anraelin turned to her crew.
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: : : ~Asani Anraelin~
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: : "Umm... yes..." came the voice of Nero. "How did I get here? And how did my suit, axe, and flamethrower get here too? Actually, I think I was wearing my suit the whole time..."
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: : -- Nero Callinicus, Scientist
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: "..You 'got here' young one by the extended arms of the mists themselves, why they have picked you and the others should be shown in my card reading." She explained as she shuffled a deck of cards.
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: GM CockRoach

OOC: Hope this entrance fits alright.

As the woman shuffled her cards a commotion could be hear outside. Yelling and muffled words hung in the air as their was a crash against the door. A moment later it was flung open and a man in his mid twenties was thrown unceremoniously to the floor inside near the others. He wore a standard issue Starfleet uniform. Around his neck he wore an old gold necklace that had been passed down through his family. He was about to say something when he was hit in the face by his pack which held only a water canteen. Then the assailants were gone and he was left alone and broken on the ground.

He spat some blood from his mouth and spoke in a voice that seemed out of place. It was deep, but very soft for such a large individual. He could barely be heard when he spoke. "Was that really necessary? Geez, you step on one guys pet and suddenly you have to brawl. Freakin neanderthals..."

He used the sleeve of his uniform to wipe at his bloodied lip.

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