Post by Paisley Gregorvich on Nov 4, 2017 1:33:24 GMT
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[/url][/div][/color] She let out a sigh. Princess no more, it was time to be a warrior now. Upset in one of the outlying planets meant that the people of Heliv were needed. Bloody imperialists. She was ALSO a High Councilwoman of the Galatic Federation of States, so that meant she had to go shoot things and stuff. With no Tau'ri and their weapons to assist.
AND her newest right-hand man, and (unbeknownst to Paisley yet) bethrothed, Eglesh Andrews, was an idiot. Sure, he was physically fit, and tall as an Amazon, but he lacked the quick wit and unquestioning loyalty that Paisley sought- nay, DEMANDED, in her troops. The man simply nodded and pushed a button.
Not that one. Launch us, please. She sighed deeply and repositioned the quiver full of arrows on her back. It was going to be a long day. She fiddled with her peering glass. Coming home had been tough-she had grown to enjoy her time at Meropis and would slowly miss them, she knew. Her tiara, signaling her royalty, felt heavy on her head, and with a sigh and a snap, she made it disappear. She turned to her commswoman, a fellow Warrior called Gylene. See if you can send a signal towards Triangulam Galaxy. Tell them Princess Paisley wants to come back. End. Gylene nodded and did as asked. Suddenly, they were thrust forward into space. It was TIME.
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it's all annoying i want to go home |
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Heliv Launch Deck
Heliv, Pegasus Galaxy
Jesus Christ, Andrews. MOVE IT.
0900
Heliv Launch Deck
Heliv, Pegasus Galaxy
Jesus Christ, Andrews. MOVE IT.
AND her newest right-hand man, and (unbeknownst to Paisley yet) bethrothed, Eglesh Andrews, was an idiot. Sure, he was physically fit, and tall as an Amazon, but he lacked the quick wit and unquestioning loyalty that Paisley sought- nay, DEMANDED, in her troops. The man simply nodded and pushed a button.
Not that one. Launch us, please. She sighed deeply and repositioned the quiver full of arrows on her back. It was going to be a long day. She fiddled with her peering glass. Coming home had been tough-she had grown to enjoy her time at Meropis and would slowly miss them, she knew. Her tiara, signaling her royalty, felt heavy on her head, and with a sigh and a snap, she made it disappear. She turned to her commswoman, a fellow Warrior called Gylene. See if you can send a signal towards Triangulam Galaxy. Tell them Princess Paisley wants to come back. End. Gylene nodded and did as asked. Suddenly, they were thrust forward into space. It was TIME.
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