Spiff (Mach II, don't read above) -- Starbase Rugby: Docking Bay

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Date Posted: 00:00:35 02/02/02 Sat
Author: Allison McCulloch
Subject: Spiff (Mach II, don't read above)
In reply to: Allison McCulloch 's message, "Spiff" on 17:45:19 02/01/02 Fri

The dracan/elf hybrid had been on the Docking bay for a very long time. And Allison was very bored. She hadn't a way back to her home planet So she waited until a familiar ship came from Omicron or Draco. Or even for Charr to return.Whichever came first.

She had been sitting on a chair that she found, watching various people are what their doing. One group was of a doctor, a small child, and a creature she never saw before. Some commotion was made by a pair of odd bandaged creatures, one always blurting 'Fire, BAD!' and another the complete opposite of it.

She had seen quite a few different races since she arrived here. One of the reasons she came to visit Starbase Rugby. Unlike Omicron, which was mostly Dracans, Transformers, with some humans, this place has a vast variety.

But frankly, she was interested by this call for help From outside, in space. But she couldn't do anything. Surely one of the kind souls outside would help the distressed, anyway.

But here Allison McCulloch sat. Her robotic clawed hand drumming restlessly again the armrest of the chair. Until she could either return, or something of interest happened.

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Funky Monkey -- Allison McCulloch, 21:30:15 02/08/02 Fri