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Post by The Admiralty OOC on Jan 5, 2016 19:07:38 GMT -8
Post Your Fan Fic of the person that posted before you. Suggestive is fine as long as you don't go into details. Style & layout are whatever you want. (Continued from Chat)
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Bloodrage Pirates
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Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me!
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jan 10, 2016 8:22:59 GMT -8
The Admiralty had not been their usual self recently. All of the assembled group of Admirals that controlled the Mandalorian fleet had impressive looking mustaches and were twiddling them as their traditional helmets adorned a shelf to one side of the planning room. There were many requisition orders scattered around the room, most of them were for wildly outdated farming equipment and the cost was numbering into the billions of galactic credits. This was most unlike the Admiralty, some might say it was Out Of Character!
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Post by The Admiralty OOC on Jan 10, 2016 8:51:17 GMT -8
Beep walked along the corridors of his brand new ship. Stepping into the bridge, he looked out the window & to the massive shipyard that just finished his ship. It was a beautiful ship, all sharp edges & heavy guns. Slouching villainously in his comfy command chair Beep wondered had his first order should be. It was unfortunate that Beep only knew how to do one thing to ships.
-Beep
Ramming speed!
-Pilot
Uh, the ship is brand new. And most of the station is behind us?
-Beep
RAMMING SPPPEEEEED!
onlookers described a sense of great confusion as they watched the ship backed repeatedly into the wall of the construction dock. Eventually a small tug was assigned to pull the ship out of the dock. Police were called shortly after that as the strange ship rammed the tug before leaving the system broadcasting a victory chant over local comm channels. No damage was done to the construction area, but the tug did have to be repaired afterwords.
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Enjoying a well-aged bottle of scotch...
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Jan 22, 2016 20:27:00 GMT -8
Admiral Zhar continued along the corridors of the space station, staring out into the darkness of space with little interest in what she saw. There were no warships, blazing in the glory of hellfire, warming the chasm of her heart as her vessel tore through them like duracrete through flimsi. She could see no soldiers, standing in parade formation, shining brightly in their beskar'gam and saluting her as she passed. The thrill of battle was no longer upon her. The savory sensation of victory was ever-fleeting from her grasp. Now was a time for "peace"...and oh, how she loathed it...
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