Snippet #2562283

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The Genesior visibly flinches at this choice of tactics. As Lekan strikes away at all her eyes, odd, beeping noises occur. She was about to release a full, concentrated blast through the floral pattern on her chest, but somehow...a combination of Lekan's ink and his prodding disrupts her focus, and she ends up blasting plasma beams from all of those eyes.

Lekan would've been thrown far and away from this attack. However, the disorganized, unfocused beams, coupled with the vice grip of his tentacles, means that Quin simply launches herself -and Lekan on top of her- from the building like a malfunctioning rocket. The bulletproof windows of the building shatters behind them, and tiny yellow particles trail behind the two, as they are hurled through the air with great speed, feeling the cold wind of Nebulon.

Below, the people of Nebulon praises their squid-like savior, and charges into the Orbital Elevator without restriction, towards their freedom. Quin, meanwhile, has a completely stoic and frozen expression a they are propelled through the air.

....As they keep flying and flying, Lekan catches sight of a strange building below....a strange building with a sign bearing a disturbing looking representation of a crocodillian head... and they are slowly plummeting towards that building...


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"Hahaha!! the Valkjan would make effective firebombs, yah!" Mosa proclaims, sitting down again, and pouring into his own shotglass. "Trust Mosa...I should know", and his face settles back into his natural crocodillian smile.

Mosa waits for the two to process what he said, sipping from his shotglass as he does.

"HAHAHAHAHA!", Mosa laughs boisterously and nods approvingly at Preston's comment...but then turns to Colt, still awaiting his response. However, before Colt could even answer, they hear a loud crash from above.....

....And a new skylight has been added to the restaurant, from which a strange squid and a bug-like woman falls - or rather, crashes - through. The two then obliterates another table on impact, causing dust and wooden splinters to be hurled into the air.Mosa looks on, speechless.

After a while, waiting for the smoke to clear, he finally finds his words, and simply says, quietly; "...I just cleaned that table...."