Atton Rand (
stuck_mynock) wrote2009-06-03 09:33 pm
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[OOM] Taris, the Labyrinth, surface.
It's night when they emerge from the lift, with clear skies littered with stars, the majority of which are blocked out.
Up above them, casting a shadow over them, is the vast, distinctive shape of the Wyrm, engines trailingthrough its mass of tentacles, lights gleaming, sharp, spiney legs moving back and forth through the air.
Atton peers at the shape, thoughtfully.
"Well. Kriff."
Up above them, casting a shadow over them, is the vast, distinctive shape of the Wyrm, engines trailingthrough its mass of tentacles, lights gleaming, sharp, spiney legs moving back and forth through the air.
Atton peers at the shape, thoughtfully.
"Well. Kriff."
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"Thanks." he says. "That'll do. Can you please prepare us some food while I keep an eye on him? Then you should get some sleep; it's going to be a long night and I'm going to need you to take over in a few hours."
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Then he's off deeper into the ship and soon there's the smell of food and tea.