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(Somewhere in Xen'drick, a half-giant covered in tribal markings runs through the thick jungle, being pursued by drow in scorpion-patterned chitin armor... this hunt continues as the hunt aboard the Forgotten Freedom begins.) | (Somewhere in Xen'drick, a half-giant covered in tribal markings runs through the thick jungle, being pursued by drow in scorpion-patterned chitin armor... this hunt continues as the hunt aboard the Forgotten Freedom begins.) | ||
− | ( | + | (Somwhere in the cargo bays, the mind-controlled Redshirts slit through the shadows; next to them is a speaker tube; from which a trickle of sand pours steadily, forming a mound. Behind them Slip moves and a bat appears in the corridor ahead) |
− | ''' | + | '''Red shirt one''': Wait... where did all that sand come from? |
− | ''' | + | '''Red Shirt two''': You know... I don't know. |
− | ''' | + | '''Red shirt one''': You can tell why Kanatash put me in charge. |
− | ''' | + | '''Red Shirt two''': Are you sure? I thought it was because you were generally meaner. |
− | ''' | + | '''Red shirt one''': Shut the Khyber up, you annoying filth! |
− | ''' | + | '''Red Shirt two''': There you go again! |
(The bat shapeshifts to form the shadowy figure of Allen; Slip appears before them and the sand shapeshifts into Sa'vor) | (The bat shapeshifts to form the shadowy figure of Allen; Slip appears before them and the sand shapeshifts into Sa'vor) | ||
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'''Sa'vor''': Welcome to breakfast, are you hungry? | '''Sa'vor''': Welcome to breakfast, are you hungry? | ||
− | ''' | + | '''Red shirt two''': Not really... |
'''Sa'vor''': (vampiric fangs lengthining, Slip and Allen close in) I don't think you have a choice in the matter, ( Allen lunges forwards and grabs redshirt one and begins to drain his blood, but redshirt two panics and flees amongst the crates) | '''Sa'vor''': (vampiric fangs lengthining, Slip and Allen close in) I don't think you have a choice in the matter, ( Allen lunges forwards and grabs redshirt one and begins to drain his blood, but redshirt two panics and flees amongst the crates) |