And for Ian.
Okay, this is freaking great! Thank youuuuuu
(This is Adult Dallan after he hits “Merchant of War” mode. :D )
The minute he walked out that door was the moment the sparks of life were put out inside of her. Once proud and bold, Kronno had been reduced to nothing but a crumpled mess of tears and a clouded head. Had it not been for Eosath or AA, who’s to say she wouldn’t have starved to death?
Not that it mattered; not in her eyes.
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who can say if ive been changed for the better but because i knew you
i have been changed for good
Sparks flew from the open panel. Instinctively Dallan dropped to his knees and began connecting the faulty wires, trying to ignore the two yelling trolls behind him. The nurse had tried to grab the controls away from the highblood, and the two were now beginning to fight over control of the tiny craft as it flew ever upward. Slamming the panel shut, Dallan stood to his feet. “We’re gonna be within their ship’s range soon,” he yelled. “Rhozari ships have really long range, we can’t be here!”
“How long do we have before we’re in range?” yelled the highblood, finally wresting the controls from the other. Turning to a secondary navigation panel, Dallan read out “About four seconds.” Four seconds on a tiny, untested scouting ship, versus four big fighter ships. This… wasn’t going to end well. Shades of the revengineer trials began to flicker in the young troll’s mind. He knew what needed to be done then. This was no different. This is what a revengineer DOES, after all. It was his job to make sure the ship didn’t fall apart, no matter how crazy the captaining was. It was his job to make sure they all escaped this fight.
“Will you get back in here and help me already?!” Sissel’s frustration with her “leader” hadn’t been as apparent as it could have been, as she was well-used to making nice with highbloods. But this guy was proving to be too much altogether. Sure, he was highly organized and well thought-out, but what a pompous, arrogant ass he was! Here was a troll he was assigned to watch over and protect… dying on a table in front of him! But did he care? Oh, of course not. All he cared about was his precious castes and if–
The girl took a deep breath and shook her head. She didn’t need any more stress than she’d already had, after all. This seadweller had ordered (ha ha) that all injured parties in the team should check in with him first, so their absence could be noted, but after a troll had accidentally sliced the tip of his finger off, she’d begun bypassing the needless runaround and simply patching them on the spot. She figured he’d be none the wiser, but sneaking around was stressful– even more so since she wasn’t using her powers to operate.
The last two parts of the story should be up tonight.
Also, on an unrelated note, I may or may not have a fanyordle now.
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