Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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7 yrs ago
Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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8 yrs ago
Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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8 yrs ago
Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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8 yrs ago
Hail Hydra!
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Do not go gentle into that good night By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I'll remind lock. I think she's been kinda busy with work. As for me speaking for Lyra at the moment, it's because she has no Internet at the moment to do so herself. XP.
That being said, post is up. If anything should be adjusted please let me know! I'll be all settled in by the end of tomorrow and thus, much more available!
Jason "Phoenix" Diabolus | Doom Squad Officer | Nazareth
Watching as the beast he had targeted somehow survived the attack, but was subsequently blown to bits by his missile salvo, the boy was pleased with the opening attack. Followed seconds later by a loud explosion as it seemed that Wätcher had found its target and delivered a fatal blow. As the chaos rained down, the boy focused in on an odd aspect in front of him, Marshall was down and it seemed dented from his missile attack. A quick swear escaped the boy as he was about to check on his teammate but was interrupted by two things. The first being Jetto's rush towards the remaining Cruxi, and the second being the new orders from JONAH. It seemed they were to split up now, and the boy allowed a small sigh of frustration to escape his lips. Though his synch rate seemed to remain steady despite the frustration. "Redeploy orders received, JONAH. Prepare for two inbound." he said after punching a few commands in to start prepping for meeting up with JONAH. Then he kept a close eye on the battle with Xane and the Cruxi. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to focus on intervening. It seemed both Joppa and Troas were in need of desperate help.
Thinking for a moment, he figured out the squads. Wätcher and Jetto would deploy to Joppa. Seeing as Jetto with his jet form, and Wätcher with the booster could both get there faster than he or Marshall. Not to mention, the combo of a scout who can mark targets for Wätcher to pick off with her rifle was certainly a good combo.
In the few seconds it took the boy to formulate his plan, he had switched over to team comms and gotten ready to address the Doom Squad. "Alright. We've been ordered to split up. Wätcher and Jetto will first clean up this bastard then redeploy to Joppa. Wätcher has tactical command until you fall under allied supervision. Marshall, get your ass up. We have to meet with JONAH and head out to Troas." He said as he flicked a switch and fired his thrusters, usually used for orbital ascent. However, he only used to enough to quickly get up to JONAH and begin the boarding process. "If either of you die today, I will personally drag you back to life and kill you myself. Good Luck. Show these bastards what we're made of." the boy said to his teammates on the ground. Then waited for Marshall to join him aboard JONAH. In the mean time, he began running a short systems diagnostics to see how everything was running on board X-7. Quietly talking to the machine without any comms active. [color=0076a3][b]"How you doing, buddy?"[/color] the boy asked and pat his console, looking at the diagnostics.
Info - Orders Issued - Docked with Jonah - Running quick diagnostic (seeing if any damage was taken or if Synch rate changed)
@Ammokkx As I've mentioned before, I am currently setting up and moving into college dorm rooms. Things have been a bit hectic for me. I'll try to have something up tonight.
Lyra is at her grandparents house for a bit (she comes back next week), and has no Internet connection there. It's terrible, I barely survived.
[center][b][u]Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas[/u][/b]
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.[/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-u">Do not go gentle into that good night<br>By: Dylan Thomas</span></span><br><br>Do not go gentle into that good night,<br>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br>Because their words had forked no lightning they<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</div></div>
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