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Kuntel: Shadow... *He's glaring at him.* Kuntel: First, don't encourage that stuff. Second, don't assume they want to do that stuff this early. Thirdly, most importantly, DON"T DO THAT AT A CHRISTMAS PARTY! That's just wrong!
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*She kills off most of the frigate-fighter squadrons, but something weird happens. One of her Titans is caught alone and is suddenly swarmed by what is the entirety of what is left of the Fed fleet. The rest of her fleet had been lead away by other groups.*
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*Alex looks around.* Alex: hmm.... *He shrugs, then wraps Tala in his arms and dips her, locking lips.* *Kuntel then walks back in and sweeps Krys off her feet.* Kuntel: Swry. Forgot somthin'. *He smiles, the anger that was evident earlier gone.*
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*Antony smiles.* Antony: Oo, that wouldn't work with my Romulans... *He laughs as the Fed fleet disassembles into little groups and spreads out through the nebulae, picking off her ships and disappearing.* Antony: Guerilla warfare is always fun to deal with.
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*Antony stays quiet.* *Suddenly, two frigates and several fighter squadrons pop out of a nearby nebula, firing on Chloe's weakest squadron, and then disappearing. This happens a few more times, with definitely different groups attacking from different directions. Her fighters encounter two Galaxy-classes that destroy them…
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Antony: Yeah. *He hits ready, and a group of fighters immediately hide from her in the nebulae.*
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Antony: The nebulae keep my ships hidden from you, right? *He sets up his ships.*
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Kuntel: You know what I f*cking mean! You're almost as literal as Shadow... *He glares at Zach. Then sighs and leaves the room.*
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*Antony checks the ships he has and their unit types. Then checks the time, groaning.* Antony: We should probably save and get ready for lunch after this battle...
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Kuntel: Still, if she was steered home by someone from the future, wouldn't that change a lot of things?
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Antony: Fiiiiine. *He smiles at her.*
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Kuntel: Again, the names would get confusing, if they did stay here, they would hate themselves because the family they grew up with would never see them again. And, their children would be temporally displaced. Not to mention the entire amount of sh*t Temporal Investigations would heap on top of us for it. *He looks at…
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Antony: Hmm. Isn't that a little gamey? I can just make them ducks sitting in the water and make this as easy as shooting fish in a barrel. Or make it hard and have you lose ships you wouldn't lose against the AI.
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Kuntel: If we have any control over when we send you to, we can probably make so that you only missed an hour, or a day, or even a few seconds. *Kuntel looks at Rose as if she's an idiot.* Kuntel: It's not their decision. You do realize there's a good chance that if they stay, the entirety of the universe can disappear? We…
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*She groans.*
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Antony: Which one? *The First starts making it's way along her border, helping keep out the small Fed scouts and fleets.*
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Kuntel: By the way, you two are ssssooooooo going back to the future. I don't trust the spacetime continuum not to f*ck us all up for you being here. *He shrugs.* Kuntel: Plus, the names would get to confusing.
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Mara: I... don't feel so... good... *SHe collapses, holding her head.*
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Antony: Alright... *He looks at his fleets, which have spread out along the NNZ, and are keeping the line.* Antony: Want me to help? OOC: Total War battle simulation too?
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*Mara blinks and then falls on the ground.* Mara: Huh?
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*Kuntel crosses his arms.* Kuntel: Fine... *He looks at Ezri.* Kuntel: Be responsible.
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*A knife sticks in the ground at his feet.*
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Kuntel: You still lose the ability to make children.
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Antony: Alright. *His main fleet decloaks next to hers, ready to support.* Antony: Should we make a push for Earth with these? *His others focus on just holding the line.*
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*Mara gets up slowly.* Mara, quietly: Yeah... *She stumbles.*
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Kuntel: You touch her anyway besides the face and hands and you will lose the ability to make children!
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OOC: You were the one that took control when you said they were building. Antony: No cuddling? *His fleets start moving toward the assumed new front.*
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*Mara flies backward into the ring.*
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OOC: Why would I want that?
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OOC: I'm assuming you're gonna take them. Antony: Wanna cuddle while we wait? *He smiles.*