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Brigand_218 has a minion!
Garrote the Zodiac Dragon Spirit
Garrote the Zodiac Dragon Spirit
Brigand_218
Legacy Name: Brigand_218
The
Darkmatter PherretOwner:
FLASH_343Age: 13 years, 9 months, 4 weeks
Born: July 21st, 2010
Adopted: 13 years, 9 months, 4 weeks ago
Adopted: July 21st, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
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Everything else byFlash
Name: Helen North
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Occupation: Space Pirate
Workday
When the main engines died with a final, sharp hum, conversation on the luxury starship Oresteia slowed to a faintly concerned murmur. It wasn’t until the secondary engines exploded that panic began to erupt.
Low, brassy shouts echoed through the silvered passageways, punctuated by shrill screams. The heels of richly embroidered shoes clacked against the floors; necklaces jangled tensely. The ship creaked and shuddered with the weight of fear. Over the noise came a gleeful voice.
“Hello, crew. Hey there, passengers. Helen of the starship Garrote here.â€
The name Garrote produced a heartbeat of silence – and then the true panic began.
“Your captain’s a little dead right now, so, uh, looks like I’ll be taking over.â€
A low blast rocked the ship.
“Sorry about the turbulence, folks. Anyway, I want your stuff. Jewelry, money, kids if you’ve got them. Looking to break into the slavery business. Nothing personal.â€
Fists pounded against the emergency consoles lining the walls of the ship.
“Now, you might have noticed that your escape pods aren’t working. A little explosive re-wiring. That’s because there is only one way any of you are getting off this ship alive: Do exactly as I say.â€
Lounging in the captain’s blood-spattered chair, Helen allowed herself a quick, smug grin.
“Now shut up and listen.â€
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FlashName: Helen North
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Occupation: Space Pirate
When the main engines died with a final, sharp hum, conversation on the luxury starship Oresteia slowed to a faintly concerned murmur. It wasn’t until the secondary engines exploded that panic began to erupt.
Low, brassy shouts echoed through the silvered passageways, punctuated by shrill screams. The heels of richly embroidered shoes clacked against the floors; necklaces jangled tensely. The ship creaked and shuddered with the weight of fear. Over the noise came a gleeful voice.
“Hello, crew. Hey there, passengers. Helen of the starship Garrote here.â€
The name Garrote produced a heartbeat of silence – and then the true panic began.
“Your captain’s a little dead right now, so, uh, looks like I’ll be taking over.â€
A low blast rocked the ship.
“Sorry about the turbulence, folks. Anyway, I want your stuff. Jewelry, money, kids if you’ve got them. Looking to break into the slavery business. Nothing personal.â€
Fists pounded against the emergency consoles lining the walls of the ship.
“Now, you might have noticed that your escape pods aren’t working. A little explosive re-wiring. That’s because there is only one way any of you are getting off this ship alive: Do exactly as I say.â€
Lounging in the captain’s blood-spattered chair, Helen allowed herself a quick, smug grin.
“Now shut up and listen.â€
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