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Date Posted: 22:20:47 08/05/02 Mon
Author: Adrian Foxx
Subject: Re: deer.in.the.headlights.
In reply to: Skaroe Falke 's message, "Re: deer.in.the.headlights." on 22:15:02 08/05/02 Mon

He nods softly, then calmly takes his seat again, feeling better than he was. With a dozen of the enchanted rounds, he'd be certain to deal some hefty damage incase the Xenomorph changed into it's near-invulnerable Praetorian state. He looks over at King Dith, then calmly pulls something small out of his belt pouch, as well as a small datapad from his side. He stands up and lightly rests the small device on Dith's chest, holding it there, watching, looking to the pad every so often.

"... Over-stressed... Poor guy... Looks like signs of... ... ... ...paranoia, I'm guessing. Ah, you might want to keep him under surveillance."

He looks over towards Skaroe, then blinks, hastily putting his gear away. He bobs his head, then quietly excuses himself, not wanting to be a burden. He was always self-conscious of that... He hopes that Redic has good enough information. He ponders over in his mind how he might lure the Xenomorph to him. His colleagues, those dealing with the alien species, did so by capturing their Queen and drawing them out... But then again, they met a dismembered fate. He shivers and rushes downstairs, into the kitchen, requesting an outlandish meal.

"Ah... Hamburger and a cola, with some watermelon, if you, er, can..." [Exit, stage left. =P]

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