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I love da smell o' DAKKA in da mornin'
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*cough cough*
Who ordered the exterminatus?! This is unacceptable! Someone must pay!
*now missing an arm, and covered in severe burns, the inquisitor sits down, leaning back. Her personal displacer field had moved her away in time to save her life, but even so, she didn't get away unharmed*
"Ma'am, plase hold still. It's hard to stitch up your wounds when you're moving around so much." *the ship's medic is frantically trying to stop the bleeding, and disinfect the wounds*
Silence! I will not rest until I know who's responsible! My faith will keep me going! *Emmie swings out her only arm, in a show of rage, accidentally knocking the medic out* Pilot, take us back aboard the Imperator, I must speak with the High Admiral myself.
"Right away ma'am!" *the pilot knew better than to talk back*

*How many survived, how many got away in time, remains to be seen. But most of the imperial troops stationed planetside are surely dead.*
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I love da smell o' DAKKA in da mornin' - by MDMA - 01-26-2016, 10:55 PM
RE: I love da smell o' DAKKA in da mornin' - by Emmie - 01-30-2016, 01:21 AM

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