OOC: Yeah, sorry about that little absence, but I'm going to be gone half of next week and I have been trying to get all of my school work done before I go.

IC: Dante looked at Dara with a quisical smile on his face, wondering why he was now being so nice to him. Well, a little bit nicer than constantly scowling at him anyway. Dante followed him down the street, still letting his E-11 hang about his neck, "So, what changed your mind about me being a cocky arrogant man?" His jovial attitude had returned, though it was probably less annoying through the speakers in the stormtrooper's helmets than it was in real life.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Dara's sigh of annoyance was clearly heard through the speakers. "I STILL think your a cocky arrogant man." He replied tartly; but then shrugged "But I no longer think your a stupid cocky arrogant man." He gave a low chuckle. "And i'v got a feeling that you won't try and shoot me like others have when i treat the rebels."


(hehe; in the UK an E-11 is the name of a healthcard we all carry)

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OOC: Nice. Sound just a little weird if you read it that way.

IC: Dante stopped when Dara asked him the question. "Well, that depends. Will they be trying to shoot me while you are treating them?" he asked, his voice serious. He then laughed and sauntered on ahead of his fellow stormtrooper.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Natia nodded and put her helmet back on. "Just stay close, ok, incase I get over welmed and need to sit."

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Cyril stood up and looked around. "Alright," he agreed. "You up to checking out the woods? The others should be back in an hour or so, it will give us enough time to create a peremter around the ship."

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Dara shook his head and smiled slightly. Pleased at Dante's reaction; he knew he'd been right about him; he was a decent guy, if an arrogant anoyying one at that.
He hurried after him; anctiouse that they should not become seperated and made more vulnerable.

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Natia smiled, even though with the helmet Cyril wouldn't be able to see it. Thats sounds like a good plan." She said.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

It didn't take Cyril and Natia long to set up a perimeter. They lined the woods with cameras and set out other detection devices as well. Before long they could see anyone comming within a mile of the ship.

Now mostly all they had to do was sit and wait for Dara and Dante to get back with their group.

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OOC: I expect you want something to happen to us. What did people have in mind?

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(Actually, it doesn't mater whether something happens or not. Like I said at the start as long as it is realistick DO IT

I want twists and turns thrown in from everyone.)

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Natia sat down once they were done. She really didn't want to, she knew it would worry Cyril, but her vison had been getting blurry, and it was getting hard to breath for her .

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

OOC: I've had no idea what to post, so if this sound a little bland...well, it is.

IC: After Dara and Dante had completed their patrol circut, they returned to the dropship. They had encountered no resistance, had barely even seen someone doing anything that could be conisdered suspicious. (Hope you don't mind that tiny bit of powerplaying. If you do I'll edit.) Dante sauntered up to Cyril, "Nothing out there, boss. Any word from the others?"

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Cyril glanced over at Natia. He didn't wan't make a big deal over it but he was concearned. "What could be the problem?" he wondered silently.

Looking up he noticed Dara and Dante comming back from their patrol. By the looks of it all had went well, there words confirming that.

Cyril walked up to Dante and Dara as they returned. "It's quit as space out here," Cyril replied. "I'm begining to wonder if there is anything out here at all."

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Nataia could barely hear what was being said, it felt like th forse was screaming now. Quickly she took her helmet off, hoping she would be able to breath easier. 'Whats happening?' she thought.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Cyril realized something was teribly wrong.

"Doc!" he called over to Dara. "We need you over here."

he hurried over to natia. "What's wrong?" he asked her.

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Natia shoock her head. "It feels like I can't breath."

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)