Part 2

Aug. 14th, 2005 04:00 pm
walk_ins: (Space Station)
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There's a stink of gunpowder in the air; too much for the Station's air recyclers to clear out. Blood, too. But things have gotten quiet, except for the rare moan from the blue-handed defenders. Whatever forces are left to protect the Academy have given up on breaking the seige and have fallen back, waiting for the attackers to come out.

Time's running out.

Date: 2005-08-09 07:31 pm (UTC)
simon_doctor: (intent v2)
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Simon steps backward out of the room, and tilts his head silently at the corridor. Indicating the opposite direction.

Date: 2005-08-09 07:39 pm (UTC)
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Simon watches him go until he's hidden from sight by the curve of the corridor, then turns to head back towards the ship. After a few steps, he breaks into a run.

After another few steps, he draws his gun, and keeps running.

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