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| Topic Started: May 13 2013, 11:25 AM (13,402 Views) | |
| Grav | May 13 2013, 11:25 AM Post #1 |
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Rednomore
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It has been two long months since events on board the IAV Ziggurat. Now it's just called The Fall. Having survived the chaos of Verbena and making it off world alive, Ian Dugan and Tobias Hawke find themselves staring up at the night sky of the planet Ghost, a nearby gas giant, the aptly named Zeus, sat lazily on the horizon. Things had gotten rather messy in the Kalidasa sector of late, and the small planet was now being used to dispose of the various remains. The air stank of death, a scent the pair were all too familiar with now. It shouldn't be long now... Roughly 300 miles above, the Glory slowly dipped into the planets orbit and began their descent. Captain Becker stood on the bridge, trying to catch a glimpse through the think clouds below. Having spent weeks trying to locate Ian, break the blockade somehow and rescue them, but with no luck. Just as he was about to give up, a coded Cortex message bounced to the ship, with only a set of co-ordinates. He hoped it wasn't a trap, Niska just rubbing it in, but something felt right this time, like maybe this could be for real.... |
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Stephen Tiberius "Handsome" Harry Mallow Travis "TK" Kamino Col. Samuel Brock - XO Dreadnaught I say potato, you say potatoe, he says roll plus six sword of Doom. | |
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| ian dugan | Jun 5 2013, 05:10 AM Post #81 |
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Ian smiled his usual crooked smile Khei's brilliant with the Cortex. Better than me. But we each have our strengths. Your's will be a fantastic addition." He nodded to the company in the bridge. "I'd best start playin Captain again, so time for a walk-about." He left the bridge and passed the Crew's Galley on his way aft.
He entered in behind her "There you are. Been meanin to stop back and say my hello's. How is everything?" |
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| Tojoyama | Jun 5 2013, 05:37 AM Post #82 |
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Sonya watched Ian turn and zip away. That was it, that thing that irritated the Gose out of her. That suddenly having to be 'captainy' somewhere else when she thought... 'rut what she thought' After a look and a raised eyebrow at Mike, he knew... right? "So Karyn, 'under a counsels, or consorts, did you say? A lot of time under quite a few huh, what is that anyway, 'consolt'... that some sort of federated term for marine or ,oh, oh. some sort of techno-sex-bot." "I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that." |
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| Becker | Jun 5 2013, 09:23 AM Post #83 |
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Becker received Sonya's gaze and shared a smirk of acknowledgment. He then feigned searching the floor for something, looking across the metal groundwork and examining nooks. "Wait, did it... Karyn, did it go under your chair." He was jesting, but he waited a moment to see if she humoured him. "I can't find it. There was this weight on my shoulders, and I had it when I was her earlier..." His mock look of confusion turned to a full grin. Mike took a spare seat on the bridge, and watched as Sonya began an exchange with Karyn. |
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| Khei | Jun 5 2013, 07:25 PM Post #84 |
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Khei spun around and smiled, giving Ian a salute. Hey Boss! Glad t' have ya back! She made to to step aside and make room for Glory's captain to enter unimpeded. Edited by Khei, Jun 5 2013, 07:25 PM.
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| Tojoyama | Jun 8 2013, 12:00 AM Post #85 |
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Sonya laughed quietly at Becker. It was unusual in her memory to see him clowning around. This Doc Trina seemed to have loosened him up a good bit. She gave him a playful expression that suggested 'you are weird', but that he might be just plain silly too. In felt good at any rate, barbs at fellow crew, giggles and snorts. Serious stuff could come later. Fun was hard to have sometimes. Hard times never far, you enjoyed and laughed and ... well, it would be good to have some of that too. As the bridge folk poked away at each other, clowned... she went through every member of the crew and pondered who needed to get pounced. By her.
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| MacTrom | Jun 8 2013, 12:37 AM Post #86 |
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Karyn snorted and made a face at Sonya. "'Course, under a consol is prefered, but only if they pay well. If it's my play, then I prefer to hold them down and beat it out of them. And Consol's get paid a lot more than hump grabbing Marines. That's for sure." When Mike went searching for something, Karyn lifted her feet up onto the edge of the seat, allowing him to look under her chair while she watched, curiously. When he finally got the punchline out, she clapped him on the side of the head. "And you, trying to grab a patch or spot a flash, are you? If you want it so bad, you should make an offer." She followed that up with a barking laugh that ended in a giggling snort. Her laughter was something out of the ordinary. |
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| Becker | Jun 8 2013, 10:08 AM Post #87 |
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"Hey, I'm... married," was Becker's immediate response to Karyn's retort. He'd struggled to pick the word and immediately seen how inappropriate it was. "Well I-" He struggled to find the single word that would explain himself. Figuratively or theoretically would have sufficed but were beyond him. "Kind of, you know, but-" Mike pointed his finger at Karyn and feigned a serious tone. "Enough of this flirting." A smile broke to show his joke immediately after. |
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| Trina | Jun 8 2013, 02:58 PM Post #88 |
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Queen of the Lost Chapters
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The compliment raised the faintest of blushes on Trina's cheeks and was accompanied by a shy smile. The hand still on Tobias' shoulder patted gently as she glanced over to Biff and gave him a soft, reassuring nod. For a moment, she was glad Mike wasn't around to see her being left in the room, but she knew when he found out he'd probably be a little upset. "The last time I fainted it was because I gave too much blood and followed it up by getting shot. Blood loss and heavy activity don't mix too well together when you're my size." The hat was laid aside, perched atop the jacket on the other table and then she came around as if to stand between Tobias and the door. "I promise, no gawking, no fainting. We'll see to that bleeding first and then we'll scan your spine. Alright?" She was far calmer than she had figured she would be, though still processing through why he would need a welder. They would get to that eventually, no doubt, but she wasn't going to have someone welding anything in the medbay. That argument could come later. |
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| Balketh | Jun 8 2013, 07:04 PM Post #89 |
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Requiem for a Hawke
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With a furrowed and a side long glance, Hawke finally rose, his head grazing the moveable light, until he came to his full 6'7" in height. With a stable, slightly broad stance, he lacked any of the wobble he previously exhibited - whether it was locked knees or simply a second wind only Hawke knew. Turning his back to the good doctor, the broad, dark tower of a man began to unbutton his shirt in a much more experienced fashion with his only hand, as if he had done it a thousand times before. The patches of dried blood about the shirt were significant along the back as the front - distressingly, a long strip of mostly dried blood ran up his spine... Which was forming an oddly visible extrusion through his shirt, all down his back. "If y'say so, Miss. Takes real guts, takin' a bullet - ain't like yer a waif or none such, easy t'see the strength in ya, jus' a mite hard t'see behind yer pretty eyes, I'll admit..." He spoke almost offhandedly, though there was a slower intention in every word he chose - almost as if he were concerned about offending the doctor. Finally, the once-pale-blue shirt hung loose on his shoulders. Hawke sighed, and let it slip away. Though it took time to fall from him completely, Tobias stood bare chested in front of another human being for the first time in... All memory - not that it said much. And there were reasons he never would have otherwise - reasons he didn't need his memory to know, only eyes to see. Broad shoulders, a v-shaped torso and a body fat percentage so low it would make one's head spin certainly made him easy on the eyes - if rippling musculature of a fully formed man were the sort of bag for onlookers; the... things that adorned his otherwise powerful, pulsing frame were not easy on the eyes at all, however. "I envy yer strength." Spoken without an ounce of condescension, Hawke's words, in hindsight, would be hard to take as a compliment, as he revealed the sources of his reluctance. His back was quite simply vicious - no doubt his front would fare no better. Jagged, improperly healed scar tissue of a crimson-pink ran up and across his back like crosshatched rivers and ridges, no doubt from makeshift suturing and liquid bandage; gouges as wide as a child's forearms all the way down to needle-wide tips in a pinkish, hardened flesh tone. His right arm, over and under the shoulder and down along his powerful musculature carried similar scars, and more than a few danced around the edges of his throat, something the bandana he so reluctantly removed had been hiding. Long trousers ended in a military belt at his waist, yet his scars ran well past that without thought to stop. At some point, it was clear: this man's body had been destroyed, multiple times, and he walked away from each and every one. That, however, wasn't even the bad part. The bad part was the scary, black metal construction protruding from his skin, all along his spine. It looked like, well, a spine, in its own right, sitting embedded half into his back, with braces running down into each rib. Black metal 'vertebrae' rose like extensions of his actual spine, twitching and shifting with his every move, piercing into the deepest flesh of the ridge of his spine; with little doubt in anyone's mind, this device was clearly connected to his spine, most likely directly. The device ran up to the beginning of his neck, seemingly disappearing into the flesh. The metal spine splayed out into a patchwork section of large, riveted plates attached to his left shoulderblade. Some of the plates sat under the skin, giving faint protrusions, where some ran out from under the skin to show all. The worn, but unmarred black plates ran up to his left shoulder... Or where it would have been. His upper left ribcage and shoulder were not present. In their stead was a mirror image of his right shoulder and upper ribcage, in an unnatural, flesh-coloured metal plating to contrast the evil, black machine attached to his inside and out. The structure formed what almost looked like a shoulder and socket crossed with a space station docking ring, with bolts and welds and screws all over - even fine-print writing and warning labels adorned the worn plates. No amount of flesh colouring could conceal the floating armour plates of the socket, dancing and overlapping as his body shifted - nor its now-loud, grinding whir and occasional spark. Protruding from this mechanical socket was what remained of Hawke's left 'arm'. A broken, jagged 'flesh'-coloured forearm, masterfully sculpted to mirror his right, seemed to end at the bicep in torn strips of charred, fleshy metal. The metal had clearly been hammered back into place, in some rudimentary sense, and there was the end of what looked like a saber, or a cutlass, sticking out of the arm, with more most likely concealed within. Zigzagging, sloppy welds along the far end of the arm indicated that the 'cutlass' was a recent attachment... Hawked turned slowly, eyes dancing on the floor. It was immediately clear his chest was no better, though aside from the continuation of his shoulder socket and reinforcements, little other than atrocious scars ran along his front, crossing along his chiseled abs and pecs in deep valleys and ridges. There were slight darkened lines along each rib, almost as if there were something 'black' being illuminated from... Inside his chest cavity. In the harsh light of the med bay, many things could now be seen clearly to Trina. Why Hawke was so resistant to disrobe, why there was so much blood on his shirt, and why he had asked about a welder. Almost all of the plating along his shoulder blade, and the arm itself, were shattered - cracks ran along welds that passed into torn flesh, and heavy bruising covered just about everywhere one would expect there to be a metal plate, some bruises much worse than others. He sported a few harshly cauterized wounds, one or two on his back and a few on his front. Perhaps the worst sight was the dried blood along the edges of almost all his mechanics and plating, and all down his spine. But... If it weren't for the scars, the terrifyingly literal machinery, and the blood... With the faint glisten of sweat coating his taut, fair skin and model-esque musculature, a dash of smudged dirt of the work-a-day man, coupled with Hawke himself looking lost, amber eyes down at the floor off to a side - he would have been a ridiculously handsome man. If a bit tall. Tobias coughed finally, raising his only hand to cover his mouth. It was less an actual cough, and more a draw of attention. As his weight shifted from one foot to another, the sounds of the spine shifting with him were just audible above the din of the medical equipment. "I... I hope I don't scare ya none, Miss Doctor..." He looked down at the tiny young woman before him. "M-More'n I already do, I mean." His eyes hit the floor again. The Verse's most wanted man almost seemed hurt at the idea of upsetting the young Doctor. "Gonna strangle that Crosseye... He didn't give me warnin'... if I'd known the doc was this pretty an' gonna be lookin' me over, I'da just hightailed it to the gorram engine room..." He grumbled and muttered deeply to the floor. |
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| Tojoyama | Jun 10 2013, 02:11 AM Post #90 |
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Sonya was smiling with a quiet joy. She'd not seen much of this side of Becker. Karyn, stiff purple belly Karyn, had brought it out. They seemed to fit well, she liked the idea; though he'd made clear that he was hot and heavy for Trina, she'd not been around the doc much. 'knock wood' So, bridge romance was more exciting in her mind. Flying the ship, dangers to be faced together, with a bed just off the bridge door. Yep, that's the way to fly. Back to business then. "We're laid in for Greenleaf then X.O." Gulliver needed a workout, anxiety was building up, getting fidgety. "Permission to abandon the bridge sirs?" Sonya stood straight, smirking though, not breaking the jocularity of the mood of the bridge. She was going to go find Remy. |
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| ian dugan | Jun 10 2013, 12:39 PM Post #91 |
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Crew's galley Ian was just glad to be home. Back where he knew what was what and where everything was. He didn't mind that he really didn't know this yet, that didn't matter as much as being here. |
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| MacTrom | Jun 10 2013, 12:45 PM Post #92 |
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Bridge Karyn threw her right hand across the span between her and Sonya as the other woman made to leave. "Laid, you say? I can see where your mind is off to. Have at you, cunt. And begone." She smiled at Mike and winked in an exaggerated manner. "Don't worry. I only bite when the circumstances permit. But why not plop yourself and just keep me company for a bit. We should probably settle a few things before landfall." |
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But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free I've got nothing but affection for all those who sailed with me Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow. Things should start to get interestin' right about now ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | |
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| Tojoyama | Jun 11 2013, 04:43 AM Post #93 |
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"When do the circumstances not permit." said Sonya as she took her leave. An eye of curiosity looked over her shoulder as Karyn seemed to be staking out some territory. This could get interesting. Sonya was off to roam the ship for a few minutes. She passed by the crew galley were crew were gathering, then past Biff keeping a lookout at the med door. Listening for now, making sure her big girl Glory was just right: a little trot up and down the stairs. All was well with her. Then Gulliver stopped off at her quarters and slipped out of flight gear. Slacks, the informal silk blouse with the fighting elves emblem on it; just above the left breast. 'yeah' Then back to the Halls of Glory. A look toward Biff at the outside of the med bay. She stood at the entrance at the crew galley. Looked back to Biff, in to the other eligibles in the galley. "So. What's up for sup?" |
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| Becker | Jun 11 2013, 08:58 AM Post #94 |
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A tight lipped grin crawled up the side of Becker's face as he eyed Karyn. "I prefer you two when you aim the comedy at each other," was his remark as he looked back toward the black. A furrowed glance did briefly refocus on Karyn again before ceasing. "So we're set for Greenleaf. We're packed on fuel and most supplies, so little worry there. Hell we might even get a mini-break when we land. Maybe we can throw a barbeque on. The planet's got the weather for it." His comments hung in the air before he promptly interjected himself. "-I don't want any hot and sweaty mentions." |
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| MacTrom | Jun 11 2013, 09:35 AM Post #95 |
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Bridge Karyn turned back to look out at the deep blackness speckled with brightly colored stars. She smiled slowly at Mike's comment before replying to the screen before her. "Well, if your mentions are hot and sweaty, perhaps you'd best change them." She glanced back over her shoulder at him with a twinkle in her eye. "I'll give that you're spoken for. I'm not up for robbing someone else's nest, just been too long since I've had a chance to banter and it feels good. If there were any others to pay me a moment, I'd most likely jump in their bed. But don't tell. Alright?" |
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| Trina | Jun 11 2013, 10:02 AM Post #96 |
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It was an unusual sentiment, one Trina wasn't really used to hearing. Granted, she'd heard it once or twice, and it always felt a little good to hear it, but the compliment of her eyes had her almost tilting her head as a smile started on her lips. That smile halted and reversed the instant Tobias' shirt fell away. There was nothing that could have prepared her. No way she could have expected what was going to be revealed. And somehow, she managed to catch his shirt and held it gently as her eyes studied the scars, the metal 'extensions' and plates. It was was difficult to keep the impassive face, but through sheer force of will, Trina managed. Instead, she simply studied, quietly sighing at the challenge she faced. "Definitely a first for me..." she murmured. Pressing her lips together, she turned and laid his shirt next to his jacket and hat. It was only a momentarily that she turned away and she was back facing him about the same time he was complaining about Ian not warning him about the doctor being pretty. Despite the overbearing feelings of pain for his situation and agony at what he could have possibly been through to end up in this current state, Trina felt a smile grow on her lips. "Have a seat...please. I'm afraid I can't get a good look being shorter than you." She wasn't entirely sure what all she was going to be able to do until she'd scanned the pieces, but she had a feeling that he was right about the need for a welder. "I'll have a word with Khei in a little while to see if we can get a welder for you, but I'll be happy to help with that, if you'll let me." |
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| Balketh | Jun 11 2013, 04:42 PM Post #97 |
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Only the faintest of sounds came from the giant battlescar of a part-machine man, and that was a swallow. Instinctively he raised the toe of a boot, touching a control he didn't know existed on the underside of the operating table/chair. It hissed and began to lower. There he stood for a moment as he lowered it as far as it would go, eyes glued to the floor, hand hanging limply by his side. He turned and shifted backward toward the table, but seemed to be careful about keeping his distance from the doc, despite his overbearing presence in the 'relatively' small med bay. Finally he sat, coming only to the doctor's head height. His legs fanned out, otherwise his own knees would block his chest some. He briefly locked eyes with the young doctor, and gulped again, before turning his attention to himself, right arm reaching across his own body for something. "I dunno what a... 'Kay'... Er... 'Khei' is, Miss, but I'd prefer if none went 'n had t' see this again, even you." He sighed a little, gripping the shoulder socket. Pressing in several dented and buckled latches, he flexed, turning the great metal ring with a reluctant grinding sound. He grabbed the wrecked end of his now weaponized limb, and closed his eyes. "Ain't no need t'concern yerself with the monster." ... What did he mean by that? A whirr, and a hiss, sudden releases of pneumatic pressure, and the socket began to spin of its own volition. Suddenly, it threw off a small spark, then another few, and Hawke recoiled away from the very thing connected to his body, every muscle in his frame pulsing from a vicious wave of pain - yet he made no sound what so ever. Finally, the socket seemed to give way and open just a fraction, and the arm... Fell free. There was a complicated, socketed ball joint, covered in ports and inputs and protruding outputs and connectors... And it was fried black, charred from what seemed like endless sparking. If that one spark had caused so much pain just now... What had he been living through these last two months? He laid the arm on his coat and sat in silence, looking very tired, very lost, and a little confused. "If y'please, Miss Doc," He started, speaking very softly to the floor, "All I'm askin' for is a spinal scan... There's inputs at the top-" He slithered a hand up his frame, only so as to prevent coming near the young doctor, and tapped the top of the back of his spine. "If you've got one of them big scanners, you can hook up to it and see it proper... Or jus' an Xray thing if y'ain't." |
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| Becker | Jun 13 2013, 09:50 AM Post #98 |
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The Bridge Mike did more than a double take, he did a take for which he was sure a pre-modifier actually existed. The fool for love he was, women who were so forward often threw him for a loop. Mike was very happy with Trina though, and Karyn's recognition of his commitment was somewhat relaxing. "Well er... Good luck with that." he replied in reference to her need of a bed mate. Taking a few moments to think, a little tilt of his head sympathised. He could relate it to more single times, and the frustration that built. "Don't tell anyone I said it." He leaned over, lowered voice. "But Dugan's your best bet. Sucker for a women. And he already likes the face." Becker smirked. |
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| biffcalhoon | Jun 14 2013, 12:35 AM Post #99 |
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Biff sat outside the door to medical listening to the murmur between Hawke and Trina. He wasn't able to make all of it out but he got the gist. Hawke seamed sensitive to the changes forced onto him backing up Biff's opinion about the man. Many looked at Hawke as the beast that the media made him out to be. Biff knew first hand the damage that could be done when one is used as a pawn to do terrible things. Sonya walked past and looked his way and he gave her a wink. She turned and walked towards the galley. He found himself taking in her form as she walked away. He shook his head bringing himself back to the moment. He smiled inwardly. Dugan better watch his back. Sonya's on the prowl. |
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| Tojoyama | Jun 14 2013, 04:47 AM Post #100 |
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Ian and Remy were in the kitchen. Cooking. While Sonya had interest in both the former, that kind of three dimensional thinking would require a bit of work. She wasn't interested in the latter. cooking. that was work, cooking never filtered on her scanner. Scrubbing a pot after eating yes, recipes and measuring paprika, no. Looking back, there was Biff. He'd winked, she'd smiled back. More than enough to establish a short term meaningless relationship. Sonya walked back towards the med bay trying to show as little interest as possible while examining the soldier head to toe. Then after a tiny peek into medical land, another area of minimal interest. Only one Tobias Hawke joke came to mind, "You know where Tobias Hawke sleeps when he spends the weekend over?" |
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