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WARRIORS OF THE NIGHT - Hardnight - 12-22-2006 The pilot sat at the console of his fighter sulking. The station was shut down tight... no flights allowed. It was a hateful thing for a combat pilot to be asked to endure. He seethed inwardly, rummaged around in the starboard saddlebag slung underneath his command chair and found what he wanted: a 12 year old bottle of rum. Tossing off shot number one of what he knew would be many, many more, he cast about for the other object of his immediate desire: his Sirion Gitfiddle. Soon the combination of frustration at his momentarily clipped wings and the warm, hard, fiery liquor took effect. He leaned back in his plush, black leather command chair, threw his legs across the console, and began to belt out an impromptu tune... WARRIORS OF THE NIGHT WE'RE WARRIORS OF THE NIGHT IN SIRIUS WE'RE FORMED IN SHIPS OUR REPS ARE SOWN LIKE BIRDS WITHOUT A HOME AS PREDATORS WE'VE FLOWN WARRIORS OF THE NIGHT THERE'S PIRATES IN THE LANES THEIR HEARTS TWISTED AS THEIR BRAINS TRADERS, TAKE A HOLIDAY OR YOUR GONNA HAVE TO PAY CUZ HIT THE CRUISE YOU DIE NOTHING SWEET ABOUT THIS RIDE SEE, THERE'S PIRATES IN THE LANES NOW, SKY PEOPLE LOVE THEIR CLANS AH YEA... SKY PEOPLE LOVE THEIR CLANS THO THEY BE BUT MOTLEY BANDS THAT NOBODY UNDERSTANDS SKY PEOPLE LOVE THEIR CLANS YOU CAN ONLY COUNT YOUR FRIENDS YOUR WEALTH 'N HONOR TO DEFEND S'WHY YOU GOT TO LOVE YOUR CLAN WARRIORS OF THE NIGHT THAT'S RIGHT... WE'RE WARRIORS OF THE NIGHT IN SIRIUS WE'RE FORMED IN SHIPS OUR REPS ARE SOWN LIKE BIRDS WITHOUT A HOME AS PREDATORS WE'VE FLOWN WARRIORS OF THE NIGHT THAT'S RIGHT... WE'RE WARRIORS OF THE NIGHT BLACK WARRIORS OF THE NIGHT COLD WARRIORS OF THE NIGHT HARD WARRIORS OF THE NIGHT After four renditions of the new ditty, and three quarters of a fifth gone... Hardnight slumped in his chair and quietly passed out... dreaming foggy dreams of better days... of warm women and quick cash. WARRIORS OF THE NIGHT - supernova - 12-25-2006 LOL!!:lol: |