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Date Posted: 17:07:19 04/14/02 Sun
Author: Que Noctura
Subject: I HATE SPACE CRAFTS!

I hate them with a passion. I just loathed them, and I can't see why they must be only cut for occupation by Humaniods that are under 9 feet tall! It's disgustingly preduiust if you ask me. Ofcouse no one would ask me as most run the opposit way when I even come close to them.

These were the first thoughts of Que Noctura as she departed from the shuttle that had landed her on Rugby. Far distant from her home planet of �th�axt� where the water was made of mercury and lead poisoning wasn't typical. Que stood at 9'8" and that was just with flat shoes. She had slivery white skin that reflected and shifted in color as she passed differednt species. Her gray eyes watched the beings,ticking them off while she saw them.

Maximal, Predacon, Decepticon, Sith Lord. Strange looking Jedi, LEGO person, human, Nebulan, Quixthics. Ridionana, Jetson, Prehistoic person from Bedrock, a talking green monkey with a turban. Huttians, Power Ring from Eath X, Two green lantern corps members, a Klingon. Some Romulans, a Autobot, some Harmoiaxs. Nothing really that intresting to look at. She thought as she wandered around.

Que was a lingusitic specialist who's main job it was to decifer acient recordings and records made years ago by many different species. And right at that moment she was waiting on Rugby to meet up with an officer from some strange Decepticon Organization that had hired her after some one found some rare documentation in their archives office.

Trying to look past the stairs the silvery alien was getting she made her way to the nearest pub to get a drink. If anything it would get ride of the acidic taste her own vomit had left in her mouth.

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