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Master of Puppets (I'm pulling your strings)
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May 11, 2010 02:06AM

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Alia looked over the controls of the USS Valkyrie. Due on course. She touched the side of her helmet, accessing the communication to the crew. "Attention, soldiers. We are only eighteen thousand miles from LV-426. Remember, we are unaware of the dangers that COULD be on that planet." She discontinued access to the communications and sighed. "No matter how much of it is bulls***." She angled the stick and they sped up. Suddenly, the ship rocked around. "Whoa!" Alia looked at the copilot. "Take over." The copilot nodded and took her seat as Alia stood up. She sealed her helmet just as the ship rocked again. "What the hell?" she grabbed her gun and ran through the doors, toward the main arsenal. She gasped as the ship rocked for the third time, more powerfully than before. Her communication blinked on and she saw the copilot's face on her Heads-up display. "We've lost the left engine! We're gonna have to make the rest on just... AAGH!" He disappeared in a giant ball of fire. Alia tapped her headset. "Burt? Burt? BURT?!" She turned around, just as the ship split in two. She was sucked out into space. The silence was deafening. She turned around. "No!" She shouted into her headset. She saw someone clinging to a fuel cell. As she was about to jet over to it, it ruptured, killing the man clinging to it instantly. Alia flinched and looked away. She looked at where she was heading. 'No... this is deeper into space! I won't make it!' She tried to hone in to another ship. After much static, she finally found a channel that was open. "Yes?" said the voice coming through, with a thick Russian accent. Alia gasped with relief. Stukov. "Vice Admiral! I need you to help me! My ship exploded and I'm floating dead, my rockets ruptured! Please help me!" Stukov's voice sounded again. "Of course." Alia sighed with relief as the channel closed. She was going to be rescued.

she lay back on her chair, thinking of what to draw. Her blondy-Brown hair, dark, in ther little light made by the candle. It was then, while she was laying there, when she slowly slipt into a dreamless sleep.
She never woke up.
The next day officers came to look at the body. Someone had seen her asleep and had broken in, setting her body on fire. She was only 15 years old.
The officer tried his hardest to find the killer but was only to be killed himself. Now he was the 100th person to be killed in 2 months and the police suspected it was the same person all the time. It was.
I have more just cant be bothered typing it but i just cant wite the blood and gore bit, i can see it but i cant write it
((OK! She could be on the ship, as kind of a spy for the Dominion.))
Alia grabbed hold of a chunk of metal. She saw the ship and started waving.
Alia grabbed hold of a chunk of metal. She saw the ship and started waving.
The cruiser banked right and rocketed toward Alia, slowing to pick her up. She grabbed onto the side and crawled up to an airlock, which opened to let her in. She stumbled in and closed the door. The room filled with air. She smiled and fell, unconscious.

message 10:
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Master of Puppets (I'm pulling your strings)
(last edited May 12, 2010 03:09AM)
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Alia looked up, slowly. She unsealed her helmet and took it off. Her blue Dominion uniform showed itself. The carrier was Confederate, sworn enemy of the dominion.
Alia swore and stood up quickly, getting out of her damaged armour quickly. She took out a pistol. "Please..."
Alia aimed the pistol at the door and fumbled with the lock wiring. The door hummed open, and Alia fired three times. A fully armoured marine fell, dead, bulletholes in his viewscreen. It had been too fast to aim.
((OK.))
Alia looked back at her. "Don't tell anyone." She stepped over the marine battlesuit and looked around. No one.
Alia looked back at her. "Don't tell anyone." She stepped over the marine battlesuit and looked around. No one.
Alia sat down. She didn't bother to look behind her. an instant later, a gun was pointed at the back of her head and a burly guard was holding her down. The old man holding the gun spoke in a deep, rich Russian accent.
"Prepare to be executed."
"Prepare to be executed."
Stukov aimed back at Alia, grinning slightly. "Goodbye, traitor." His trigger finger pulled back, almost firing...
Stukov didn't have time to react and fell over. The marine in the corner fired at Lilly, providing distraction for Alia to get loose. She knocked the man holding her down and grabbed his machinegun. She turned and shot down the Marine. Blood sprayed against the walls.
Alia turned to Stukov, aiming at his head. "Wanna join that place?" She fired. Brains and blood spattered the ground and wall near them. Another shot fired, and Alia fell, bullet in her back. A lone man with a little no-barrel pistol was aiming at where she had been.
((OK! hehehe))
Luna looked around making sure no gaurds were present.
Luna looked around making sure no gaurds were present.
Maren walked down the prison halls and saw Luna. She stopped and turned to her. "Another Dominionist, eh? do you need medicinal help?"
She jumped not having noticed Maren. She shook her head. ((ok the only thing different is that luna doesn't talk much :D))
((what wow?))
She shook her head again and looked back up and down the halls.
She shook her head again and looked back up and down the halls.
((rofl i only have one other charrie that doesn't talk much its kinda hard cuz all i wanna do is talk to the people lol))