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Assasin of Heaven
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(Here it is, slightly off schedule)
The skies were darker than usual today and the perpetual heat thunder rocked the windows in the rebellion installation. A tall boy, with long ebony hair looked up disgusted at the befouled air through the windows. Well so much for a test run today He jumped down off the silver and black mech onto the ground. "Ok guys, we're gonna pack it in for the day. The weather is too out of control today to run for supplies. Finish up repairs and then the rest of the day is yours." He straightened his trench and walked off into the common room.
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The crusaders of this age hide from the light, preferring instead the stealthy guile of night :bmage: |
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