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Pegasus Wreckage - }{G Memories

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Pegasus Wreckage - }{G Memories

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Mon Sep 05, 2005 4:08 pm

The rusted form that had once ben the pride of }{G's space accomplishments now lay before him in ruins. The mammoth form of Pegasus would have never attracted his attention if not weilding the }{G signal at it's helm.

"What....happened...?........Maybe I can find some answers."

A push from his hand would've crumbled the wall before him yet a gaping hole in the port side was his entry way. The growth snaked it's way into the reaches of the ship to wind about whatever they could hold. The hall before him, though dimly lit, was well known from his childhood when }{G reigned supreme.

A soft sigh escapes his lips before his makes his way towards the bridge.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Mon Sep 05, 2005 4:25 pm

His hand extends to run his fingers across the damages of the ship's hallway before glancing through the open doorway of the bridge. A few steps further and he finds himself before the massive control panel, the damaged screen before him as dead as can be. A disappearing hand into his pocket then reappears with a pack of Winstons and a zippo. A cigarette to his lips and a light later he found himself typing against the board, begging for some sign of power that it still held.

System Reboot...

Reloading Systems...

Pegasus Online...

Signal sent to }{G employees...

A wide eyed look spreads over his face as he realizes what he's done...

"Whoever's alive will return.....Hopefully he didn't aquire to many enemies...."

The sound of keys clicking fills the room as his eyes wander over the screen's dim light.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Mon Sep 05, 2005 7:49 pm

He lay back in the seat before the control panel, the remnants of the evening news fading from the screen before him.

Zhelir and Sinful Soul....The computer says they're listed as part of }{G. I should catch up with 'em an see what's go'in on....And better yet, what happened.

A few more flicks of the keyboard cancels the feed and ends the life of the screen. Rises from his seat he gathers up his cigarettes and an all too familiar black cowboy hat.

Time for a shuttle ride.

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