He...warned me. I was able to deflect the shot...slightly. Bad as it was...I woulda been a goner without Lardi.
<opens them back>
Des...I couldn't sense the attack! No one, I mean no one gets the drop on me like that.
The weapon...the attack...it was designed to fool my senses. Lardi...he's even more powerful than I am, but he was almost fooled too. He's...not there any more. Felt him die....
<sits up suddenly>
Oh, no! Des, it's GONE--the Lard Force! Gone!
<it's then that Furball crashes thru the window>
-------------------- "Suck it, depressos!"--M. Lash
From: The Underbelly of Society | Registered: Jul 2003
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Well, that's not good. If we're all being attacked, this is an awful time for you to lose your--
<suddenly, Furball comes crashing through the windows; Cobalt reacts by using his powers to protect the nurses, the EMTs, Lardy and himself; Dev then flies through the window>
What is this, Grand Central Space Station?
<goes over to Furball, and heals him as well>
Another attack...well, we know *something* is on Legion World, even if we don't know if its related to Zardi or not.
I'm calling for a Code Red Alert. Legion World is under attack, that's clear now.
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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<Glances over at Sam, then flies out after Dev.>
-------------------- Truth and Justice shall Prevail! (Just as soon as the Check Clears!)
From: The Back Office in Abin's Fixit Shop. | Registered: Sep 2003
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<Furball sits up. Looking around confused.>
Rhank rou Robie. Romething wring. rirn't rrr...
<Furball shakes his head frantically. He looks up at Cobie and with obvious determination and effort say>
Sorry, this is very difficult for me to do, but there is something seriously wrong here. I sensed nothing, and only realized I had been hit when I was about 10 meters from the window.
Dev isn't going to find anything out there...we're not dealing with an orrrrrrrrreeeaaaaaaaaaaarrgh!
<Furball falls over. He is breathing and seems physically alright, just unconscious.>
From: Doing the things that need to be done | Registered: Sep 2003
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<Cobalt is obviously surprised that Furball spoke so clearly>
All these years and I never knew you could talk like that...one of these days you're going to have to tell me your life story, Furball.
<turns to Lardy>
Lardy, I can only imagine what you're feeling right now, but can you get up? Can you help us out here...if nothing else, you're LMB experience remains valuable and you know you're a great spy and sword-fighter. The LMB needs you right now.
(And maybe that will keep you focused on the job at hand and not losing your powers again)
We need to get back on the streets and make sure these attacks were limited to us. Dev and Ranger will be checking in shortly, I'm sure.
<glances at Sam Pureheart>
Tell me Sam, where is Everyday Girl? I could use her help right now.
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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