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Finally
#64018 - 06/12/03 08:15 AM (66.82.9.43)
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Major Blast Omega sat in his mech cockpit, a few stories off the ground. He turned off the Hunchback, which was slightly dusty from border patrols with the troops, and climbed down. Two men waited for him, a grimy engineer and a scientist.
They began speaking as soon as he hit the ground, interrupting each other frequently.
"My lord, it'll be done in a few-"
"Took us a long time, but we-"
"-months me lord, but I'll get Crew 2-"
"-managed to complete the tech, as for-"
"-a-working on it right quick. Now what-"
"-Facility 37, they barely did anything, those-"
"-shall ye name 'er melord? Every bay needs a-"
"STOP!" thundered Blast. The two shut up, and began quaking a little. Blast Omega was a powerfully built man, earning the nickname Terminator through his policy on bandits, thieves, and smugglers.
"You, Professor Gure, what were you saying?"
"Sir, Facility 37 worked on parts storage bins for months, yet they hardly have a revolutionary design."
"Very well, they will be dealt with. You are dismissed."
"Yes sir." The scientist rushed away, eager to start a new project.
"Now, Builder Vaz, what was it you were saying?"
"Well, milord, every good bay needs a name for luck, you see."
Blast pondered for a while, what would a good name for his repair bay be? He gave his answer,
"Liberty Bay."
"Very nice milord, now I've a got to be going now. 'Pair Bays don't build themselves ya know!"
The engineer hurried off as well, and Blast was pleased with all the work effort. The Space Rangers Protectorate was doing well, indeed.
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Cpt. Searo "Ace" Ficha of the Darkfire Legionnaires
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