VandalHeart
The Demon
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- Nov 19, 2002
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As the wet heat wafted up to the shuttle from the Thracian Sea, Master Sergeant Chase Kreigan wondered how the engineers knew how to let in humidity through the force door, but not lazrounds. Anything to keep his mind off the fact that he was going through hot territory in an unarmed shuttle with a snide bitch of an Air Superiority Command officer only to be assigned a fucking desk job. He had told her that this area was bad to go through. High on her throne of mission commander, like most ASC Captains, she hadn't listened to a single word he'd said. With the scouts losing track of five units of these invaders, they could be anywhere, and this area was the most likely. They were walking into a kill zone, and he just knew it. He had de- and reassembled his pulse rifle a total of twenty-seven times before finally giving up and deciding to sit back and ignore rather than enjoy the ride.
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