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Date Posted: 15:49:50 02/08/03 Sat
Author: Tarok, Olashi
Subject: Boredom...

A lithe black shadow lunged forward, twin longclaws sinking into a squat Drakkan neck and killing the beast soundlessly. Said claws were wiped against the Drakka's leathery hide to clean them, and the black raced forward again, gold eyes the only indication of solidity. As two Drakka were encountered, chatting casually, a silver blade whipped as the longclaws struck again - two ugly heads fell from muscular shoulders and the bodies collapsed. And the shadow ran on. A sharp corner was rounded and a barrage of bullets did not take the wraith by surprise; a powerful leap dodged the fire and descended upon the soldier's head, a different pair of longclaws cracking the Drakka's skull open and slamming it into the iron floor. The two gold eyes narrowed slightly and the shadow darted to one side as more gunfire erupted from a hidden position near some large crates. Some of the sharp, serrated 'bullets' came close to shredding ebony pelt, and finally, the shadow was forced to use the gunband; rapid lasershot quickly and quietly slaughtered the hidden shooter. A sodden thud announced the fall of the mutilated body, and a grin bared pearly white fangs as the shadow waited.

The dark warehouse-type setting vanished, and Januya grinned as she slipped the holosim ring off her finger and exited the box-like training 'room'. Those Olashi Simnohses who had watched her 'sim looked approving as the Tarok idly stretched her muscles. "Trying to make me use my 'band, huh?" she remarked, grinning and adjusting the fit of the metallic circlet about her brow which had a small lasercannon pressed against each temple. Her partner, equally insolent, lounged in a chair nearby, laughing aloud at the ease of Jan's defeat of the holosim. He had done equally well, though utilizing in full his single DB. The pair, after all, were elites.

A violet-tinted Olashi, the pair's official Simnohs, raised her hand to silence the sound of mirth. Januya straightened, lending her attention, as did Kahni. "I have a mission for you both, since you've passed this test so easily. Another Olashi-Tarok pair, the best trackers we have, has nearly found the Drakkan home world. Help them find it, and when you do, infiltrate it and bring us back reports." Jan's eyes widened and Kahni shot up from his chair, hands balled into fists. "Are you NUTS!?" he yelled, losing all respect for such an asinine request. The Simnohs glowered, "Do it... or I revoke your rank as elites."

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