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Date Posted: 17:05:58 09/19/02 Thu
Author: The Ten
Subject: ~!@#$%^&*()_+
In reply to: The Five Deaths 's message, "Pleased...." on 16:41:09 09/19/02 Thu

Phyyria glances around, eyes a bit worried. Tapping five, partially-clawed fingers on her powerful arm, the green-black Vygun focuses her silver gaze upon Redwood.

"Governor Redwood...or anyone who can answer my question...precisely how many fighters do we have on our side? And can you tell us a bit more about Drakka? We might be able to hammmer out a good plan, if you wish it..."

The passive pilot is mildly annoyed. She was a Lieutenant, with the brain of any Strategist, and she wasn't used to humbling herself before anyone but General Zhuron.

"...but we'll need to know the Drakkan fighting style and the like."

A grim smile touches her lips. Magaol hadn't had a war in a long time. Maybe she could bring some recently-raised Midfighters in to help out. She'd talk it out with Vegekyt and the other nine later.

Phyy's words are accompanied with curt nods from the rest, Razdek the most emphatic. Haledan growls in his quiet, yet commanding, voice,

"And I wish to explore this area, learn the terrain."

X'korze crosses her arms and leans slightly toward the red-silver.

"I'm going with him."

So the two subtle pilots make their goodbyes and stalk out, returning to their ships and skimming off without another word. Phyyria returns her attention to the red Korat, awaiting her reply.

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  - Aiiee... -- Ankalai, 21:50:43 09/22/02 Sun