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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 17:31:45 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 12, 2008 17:31:45 GMT -5
The only hangers are on the outskirts of the wandering galaxy. And it appears that each one of them is being patrolled by a robot dressed like an old fashion officer. They're most likely the guards of this place.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 17:47:31 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 12, 2008 17:47:31 GMT -5
Considering she was essentially a wanted criminal, it would be rather difficult to get past them without being noticed. Celina leaned against the wall as she thought through her options. She could just stay and deal with the repercussions, but that wouldn't be all too fun.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 18:07:23 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 12, 2008 18:07:23 GMT -5
Another hour passes before the girl with the Lunarian cape appears beside her. It seems she can tell where she is.
"The stolen vehicle is being transfered back to the owner," she began, "We have chosen not to inform them of your whereabouts, but I suggest you don't be too reckless. With this war raging on around us, there is a grim possibility you could be a targeted by another nation and picked off just to reduce numbers."
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 19:53:25 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 12, 2008 19:53:25 GMT -5
So she was getting off with hardly so much as a slap on the wrist for her actions. That was a bonus for her. "I'll keep that in mind," Celina replied, giving a half smile.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 19:58:49 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 12, 2008 19:58:49 GMT -5
"It's not our decision to make whether you should be punished or not," the girl says again, "We, ourselves, are drifters who pick up anyone that appears to be in distress, check them out, and warn them before letting them go. It will be up to them to decide what they do afterwards."
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 20:01:05 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 12, 2008 20:01:05 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah," Celina said, none too surprised at this. Aw well, such was life. Of course, she could take off again. After all, if they didn't know where she was, then they wouldn't be able to do much about her. Though she had to admit, having grand theft added to her lengthening records would certainly be something for that collection.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 20:03:04 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 12, 2008 20:03:04 GMT -5
"We cannot stop you from doing what you please, but the least we can do is provide you with whatever you need before you go."
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 20:03:55 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 12, 2008 20:03:55 GMT -5
"Could I get a meal then?" Celina asked, not having eaten in a couple of days.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 20:06:47 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 12, 2008 20:06:47 GMT -5
The girl nods before presenting her hand back towards the station, "Follow me."
She heads inside, leading Celina down to a moderate-looking cafeteria with all sorts of different foods; many of them she has never seen before.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 20:09:28 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 12, 2008 20:09:28 GMT -5
Celina checked the food over as her stomach gave a small growl. She was definitely going to be in happy land once she'd gotten her fill.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 20:16:09 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 12, 2008 20:16:09 GMT -5
There were the usual cuisines and junk food of the four empires and the nations they faction, and then there are the type that are alien to her. Most of them don't even look like they should be sitting in a tray, and yet, half the visitors that are picked up by this floating galaxy are scarfing them down like it was candy.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 20:18:41 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 12, 2008 20:18:41 GMT -5
Celina got a plate for herself to use and sought out the more recognizable food, heaping it on and taking a place to sit to gorge herself while thinking about where to go from there.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 20:27:47 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 12, 2008 20:27:47 GMT -5
Most of the visitors eye her suspiciously. It's obvious they were either soldiers stranded from their army during the war with the Dark Elves, or common discriminators whose view on their negativity intensified after witnessing the Confederation declaring war on their nations.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 20:29:31 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 12, 2008 20:29:31 GMT -5
Celina ignored the stares for the most part as she ate, having become familiar to them over the years even though she was merely half. So long as they didn't bother her about it, she wouldn't get upset with it.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 20:36:09 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 12, 2008 20:36:09 GMT -5
"Hey you! Dark Elf!" spouts a voice from behind, "This cafeteria is for the good guys! The demon cafeteria is at the far end of the room with all the smelly garage is!"
There's a round of laughter, indicating that whoever the voiced belonged to isn't the only one trying to break her nerves.
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