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A piece of paper - SeaFalcon - 06-18-2012
Being seated in her Bayonet she stared at the what seemed endless fields of scrap in the Northern part
of New York. Feeling satisfied that all seemed to work out again, only one thing remained and that was
leaving a note for Uriel. It didn't exactly hurt while she wrote it, it was simple and straight to the point,
she told herself. And was vague enough for him to wonder about it. And if he ever decided to get back
to her. Good luck, since he was too stupid to ask for her PDA number.
When done she leaned back and looked at it a satisfied way.
--[color=#FFFFFF]"Now all I need to do is to get the note on the Eagle."
With that thought she kept herself occupied, staring at the pieces of scrap that floated by of the fields,
Not wanting to run into him as that would just be stupid, considering with what she had written on the
note. With a content smile and the thoughts going through her mind she dozed away, the note loosely
in her hands.
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Having shook awake and taken the time to get back to her senses as she had fallen asleep in the middle
of space, she had set of course to Rochester, it wasn't that far out and she was sure there would be some-
body there that was heading to Freeport two soon.
Having arrived there it didn't take her long to find a pilot that was going to pick up some parts from the
Freeport. She gave the man the small note and told him to put in on the Eagle with the name Ventris. The
Eagle was already on the Freeport, even though it was barely repaired. The equipment that had came off
was placed in it's cargobay and well sealed.
When the Junker left Rochester she walked back to her Bayonet, thinking she'd fly back to Bretonia to work
there again for a while until things turned calm again. And then maybe try here luck again on these hunting
grounds.
A piece of paper - Yber - 06-18-2012
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The days were passing slowly, being dull and nonsense without her.
Uriel tried to make that time worthy, by sending orders to his men.
Some members had already arrived. Very few, but yet they could work
something out.
Exactly five days after she left, a transport dropped a mountain of
scrap in the hangar. With a premonitory feeling, Uriel walked to it.
A smile was drawn on his face when he met the damaged, yet
elegant forms of his ship. Besides the holes all over the hull, the
weapons weren't mounted. Then he noticed something; she wasn't
there. Before he could think anything, a junker approached to him, carrying
a note. It was a Nancy's note. When he finished to read it, his
body almost shrinked. In a heartbeat, he got the messenger by his
neck, and with all of his strenght, he pressed it.
"Who gave you this?"
More by signals than anything, he told him a woman did. He had to
put all of his will into not crashing the junker down...
Once the poor soul had left, running and mourning, Uriel letted a
teardrop fall. A single one. Nothing more, nothing less. Calling his
men, he told them what would be their next move. His voice sounded
more like in the old times. A voice of steel.
[color=#FF9900]"We will meet again, Nancy Sweetwater. And I'll thank you properly."
"She has my number anyway. I don't like having other's numbers."
***
Their men were ready, as he was.
"March!"
Six screaming Eagles left the Freeport. But one feeling remained on
a heart.
Uriel tried to make that time worthy, by sending orders to his men.
Some members had already arrived. Very few, but yet they could work
something out.
Exactly five days after she left, a transport dropped a mountain of
scrap in the hangar. With a premonitory feeling, Uriel walked to it.
A smile was drawn on his face when he met the damaged, yet
elegant forms of his ship. Besides the holes all over the hull, the
weapons weren't mounted. Then he noticed something; she wasn't
there. Before he could think anything, a junker approached to him, carrying
a note. It was a Nancy's note. When he finished to read it, his
body almost shrinked. In a heartbeat, he got the messenger by his
neck, and with all of his strenght, he pressed it.
"Who gave you this?"
More by signals than anything, he told him a woman did. He had to
put all of his will into not crashing the junker down...
Once the poor soul had left, running and mourning, Uriel letted a
teardrop fall. A single one. Nothing more, nothing less. Calling his
men, he told them what would be their next move. His voice sounded
more like in the old times. A voice of steel.
[color=#FF9900]"We will meet again, Nancy Sweetwater. And I'll thank you properly."
"She has my number anyway. I don't like having other's numbers."
***
Their men were ready, as he was.
"March!"
Six screaming Eagles left the Freeport. But one feeling remained on
a heart.