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Original GWing Storyline, now AC 202.

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Mon Oct 03, 2005 10:18 pm

God it'd taken forever. He sat before the last non functunal engine, tinkering with it. He sat there cursing at how many times he'd cut himself on a project that would've been so easy in his previous days. He began connecting the final lines to those that ran to the massive reactor. With the clink of the noses, sounding their attachment, the lights began to ignite on the engine as it powered to life.

Suddenly, the remote inside his pocket began to beep wildly. He dug down into his pocket to retrieve it. His eyes scanned through the various material as it finally reached it's dramatic point, there was an attack on the Colonies...He sat there....thinking...he'd stepped down as leader....was this actually his place to rush back to assist them? No...Hell no! He disagreed with Sinful's ideals! Though, the civilians....what about them? They had nothing to do with any of this! They were there to live...and he wasn't about to allow something like that threaten their lives....And what about Zhelir? There was no doubt that he could handle the battle with his suit...But this wasn't L4, this was L3...And L4 was alot farther away than he was..And that settled it.

He dropped down into the pilot's seat once more, accessing the main controls of the Pegasus.....He wasn't sure of the engines, whether they would be enough to power him through the atmosphere, but he had to try...His hand slipped on the ships intercom, accessing all areas of the Pegasus.


Everyone, strap in, we're go'in for one hell of a ride...

The engines then began to power up, lifting the ship upwards into the air..The engines then shifted around as they began to propell the ship further through the air and upwards near the atmosphere. The all too familiar feeling of the burning began to seep into him, although there was no way it was actually possible. The screens began to flash red, signaling that the frontal engines were soon to overheat. He began franticly flipping switched and typing, shifting all power from the frontal engines to the back as the heat began to bear down upon the ship...
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mia Siserae on Tue Oct 04, 2005 12:49 am

Everyone, strap in, we're go'in for one hell of a ride...

She stirred a bit, her eyes slightly opening, but closing immediately after as she continues to sleep. The world around her was completely closed off. She didn't want to come back into the real world...she felt perfectly fine the way she was.

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