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Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:52 PM | Message # 326

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James-

"Don't do anything.." I warn them, watching the cat.

Billy-

without a response I examined her to be at okay conditions and continued to carry her on to the infirmary.

Hallas-

The robot finishes on my eye and I suddenly feel a snap on my neck as the mechanical spider bites down into my neck, injecting a medicine into my blood, also making me drowsy. "Miles, keep the capital on course and keep everything stable." I tell the air as I get up from the throne and head back to my bedroom, the spider rejoins with the machine and they disappear through the ground.

She had a smile that could light up a room.

Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:54 PM | Message # 327

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Naru continued to ride of the womans body.
"Kill her." The cat said.
Steve nodded, pulling out a pocketknife.

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Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:58 PM | Message # 328

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James-

I let the woman fall from my hands as I get into a judo stance, getting ready to use CQC. "You'd better keep to yourself." I tell him, pushing the girl behind me with my foot.

She had a smile that could light up a room.

Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:58 PM | Message # 329

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"She must be terminated." Said the cat.

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Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:59 PM | Message # 330

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Reagan
"Owww...." I groaned, clenching my eyes shut.

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Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:01 PM | Message # 331

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"Not till Miles or Sire Hallas orders." I reply.

Billy-

"Excuse us." I chuckle as I pass by them, as I walk to a door.

She had a smile that could light up a room.

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Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:02 PM | Message # 332

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"She has burnt property. She has been a nuisance. She is an unnesesse-Steve."
Steve has put away the blade.
"Steve...Sigh. Well, it IS hal's orders..."

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Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:04 PM | Message # 333

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Reagan
I looked up at the two, their bodies twisted into odd shapes from the sedative.

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Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:07 PM | Message # 334

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I step back, grabbing Reagan's collar I pull her along the flooring. "Good.." I say, sighing in relief as I may have disrupted something that could have been big.

Hallas-

I fall onto my bed, it seemed to smooth me into the center of the bed as my head is buried under pillows, I soon pass out with drool slightly flowing.

She had a smile that could light up a room.

Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:08 PM | Message # 335

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They walked beside Reagan.
Steve wondered. Could she see him?

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Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:14 PM | Message # 336

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Miles-
In a joking manner I appear beside Reagan, my appearance more of a reflection of Steve.

James-

With Miles nearby I feel more comfortable to continue my objective, I pick the woman up and carry her into the barrack. When I enter several other pilots and a few others look up watching as the Cadet and me carry our weight to the infirmary, inside the barrack is a couple rooms, mostly for the men to sleep in and store their own items as well as their firearms. A large red cross covers one door a distance away from the entrance of the barrack.

She had a smile that could light up a room.

Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:15 PM | Message # 337

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"Miles."
Naru spoke to him.
"Not funny...Don't replicate Steve. He could do BAD things to your software."

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Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:16 PM | Message # 338

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Reagan
Dragged...like the criminal I am...I began to giggle again.

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Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:19 PM | Message # 339

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Confused I slowly flicker into a replication of Hallas. "Of course, unless I am flesh." I reply, trying to act a bit like Hallas, though letting off chuckles.

[Nay Reagan James is carrying you again, he just wasn't comfortable with holding you since he'd be to open.]
James-

I walk into the infirmary, Billy had already placed Angelica into a medical bed, I softly lay the woman in the bed next to Angelica's with that, I nodded to Miles and took a look at Steve one last time.

She had a smile that could light up a room.

Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:21 PM | Message # 340

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The lights of Steve's helm turned green as he stood between the 2 beds.
"No, if your flesh he'll do WORSE things." Said Naru.

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Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:26 PM | Message # 341

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Reagan
I sneezed randomly, setting the nice flowers on the bedside table aflame by accident.

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Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:26 PM | Message # 342

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"I'd find that.. untrue." I frown, my appearance recapturing Hallas's brother that was set for my default appearance, I suddenly smile getting all of my outcomes in order.

She had a smile that could light up a room.

Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:29 PM | Message # 343

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Naru sat on Angelica's chest.
"M. Warm."
Naru then turned to Miles.
"If he finds your control room...You are due to...A...Very unpleasing experience."

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Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:30 PM | Message # 344

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Angelica

"reagan..." I said with a wince. "long time no see."

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Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:32 PM | Message # 345

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"Well, you'd need a certain thing from Hallas.." I reply, watching the flames. "Well, I like this one" I announce as I get a closer look at the red head. "Seems like a nice subject.." I say, ignoring Angelica's comment as I force the suspenders to hook her down.

She had a smile that could light up a room.

Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:34 PM | Message # 346

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"He'll get in anyway."

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Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:34 PM | Message # 347

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Reagan
I opened my eyes, vision suddenly becoming sharp. "What the hell are you doing?" I growled.

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Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:38 PM | Message # 348

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A slightly chuckle emits from me as I shrug, "Well.. it'd be easier if you were passive." I tell Reagan.

She had a smile that could light up a room.

Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 9:40 PM | Message # 349

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I blinked. "Passive?" I asked, confused.

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