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Kuntel: Shadow, seeming as the virus that turned Krys into a werefox was created from lycanthropy, it would best assume that she would have genetic memoires as well. *He eats some ribs*
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Ragnar: Of course... just be careful, it might start you up again. *He brings them two small glasses of water.* Ragnar: Do you feel at least a bit better?
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*He goes in there and holds their hair again.* Ragnar: It's okay...
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Ragnar: If you throw up, it'll get better faster. *They get into orbit, and he plots the course.*
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*He has them sit down.* Ragnar: Go to the bathroom if you feel sick, and call me if you need anything. *He kisses both of their foreheads and goes to the cockpit, taking off.*
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Ragnar: Come on, huns, let's get you in the ship... *He helps them up and starts taking them into the ship.*
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*Ragnar smiles regretfully and holds back their hair for them.* Ragnar: It's alright... I'm here... get it all out...
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Ragnar: Hurrying! *The walker picks up speed and they make it to the ship.*
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Ragnar: Okay... *He starts steering them toward it.* Ragnar: Are you two sure you're okay? I mean, being pregnant can be hard, and you two just fought a bunch of Fallen. You can throw up if you need to...
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*Ragnar immediately starts getting the walker running, crushing Fallen as they run.* Ragnar: Where's the ship?
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*Ragnar gets in and sits down.* Ragnar: Seeming as I know how to pilot these things...
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Ragnar: Well, let's move! *He starts blasting his way toward the walker, the Fallen falling in droves before him.* Ragnar: I forgot to ask, how are you two feeling? No morning sickness or anything yet?
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Ragnar: Wonderful. *He TRIBBLE the handcannon, then looks around.* Ragnar: Where's our escape vehicles?
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Ragnar: Besides from being stolen from my two beautiful pillows in the middle of the night, getting stripped of all weapons and clothes, tied up, and almost sold on a slave market? Fine! *He smiles at her, then turns around, offering his hands.* Ragnar: Could you do something about this, babe?
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*The Fallen try unsuccessfully to stop them, simply making themselves more easy targets. Ragnar somehow manages to get some pants on.*
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*The Fallen fly backwards from Ashley, and the Fallen around Ellvat mow easily. Soon, a path to Ragnar starts opening up, and they see him trying to put on clothes that he found in a stall... having a difficult time due to his hands being tied behind his back.*
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*The Fallen start swarming around them, firing bullets and hacking at them with swords.* *** Ragnar: STUPID! SONUVA! B*TCH! *He squashes the Commanders brains with his foot.* Ragnar: AND BECAUSE OF YOU, MOTHERF*CKER! MY TWO PREGNANT GIRLFRIENDS HAVE TO FIGHT SH*T! *He gives it one last kick in somewhere not so nice.*
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*Ragnar, even though he's got his hands tied behind his back, somehow manages to beat the Commander to the ground and starts kicking his skull in. More Fallen get in between Ashley and Ellvat, now with weapons.*
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*The camp comes alive with motion. Thousands of Fallen immediately start swarming into protective areas, trying to get to armour and weapons. They leave the slave market... where a Commander stands with a naked human.*
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*She finds a few of the gigantic Captains and Commanders, but so far no one screams "I am a confifent idiot that snuck aboard a Federation ship just to steal a polygamist!'.*
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*They find a gigantic, bustling camp full of Fallen. They're going to need to track down their particular Commander and Lieutenant.*
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*She finds all the usual Fallen, Guardian, and City transmissions.... One mentions a 'kinky and stamina filled polygamist' being held at certain coordinates only given inder the name of 'The Capital Camp'.*
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*They find... the Planet that holds the Traveller. The Earth that harbours the City.*
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OOC: Confident, stupid Worffan villains are though. *Ashley finds nothing but scrap metal.*
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*She finds a few pieces, but not enough to rebuild Tyrion.*
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*They find Tyrion under the couch, painted in Fallen colours and rolling on the ground.* Tyrion: So... so much sex... and paint... and pain... I didn't even know I could feel pain... such darkness... why? WHY?! *With the end he flies upward and rams himself into the ceiling... exploding...*
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*There's some static from beneath the couch.*
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Back of the Note: "I am so sorry about my commander. He does not know how to right a ransom note. Truthfully, I do not know he even knew how to write that. Anyway, my dear fellows, we have taken your rather kinky and stamina-filled mate, and you will not see him again. Unless, you wire a few million credits into [Gives…
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*There is more on the back.*
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Note: "HAHAHAHHAhahahhAHAHAhahahahAHAAHAHahahaha!"-Commander Huin-disha-alagher'McAlistari OOC: I took my naming system from the book of 'Worffan's Evil Alien Names'.