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There's no place like home.... or not
Paige orbed into the middle of Ten Forward. She was just about to orb a weapon into her hand when she froze, her eyes wide and her hand outstretched.
This was not P3, and it was definitely not the manner.
"You have got to be kidding me," She muttered, as she made her way to the bar. "I thought we were done fighting things. So not fair."
This was not P3, and it was definitely not the manner.
"You have got to be kidding me," She muttered, as she made her way to the bar. "I thought we were done fighting things. So not fair."
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Gaila is...well. Green skin, masses of red hair, a grey uniform which makes all the other colours pop out even more.
Not human, and faintly alarmed.
"Uh, no, no fighting here, actually."
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"How do you know?"
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"Um. Lived and worked here for about eighteen months?"
(There might be just a slight exaggeration on the 'working' part, timewise, but, details. It's all technically accurate.)
"Nothing to fight. As a general thing. I really don't recommend trying to fight Q, he's the being who brought you here? But otherwise, it's fairly peaceful."
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She pauses.
"I should back up, shouldn't I, and try and start from the actual start."
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