| A fire in the dark is useless if the fire is just as dark. |


Fox of the Long Life ChVIIIAboard the Gunship, Nova, stands Soldier 23987. Or Frank N. Nelson. It really depends on what you want to call him, if you are military, he is known as Soldier 23987, if you are not, then he is just Frank. Now, Frank was not the most extraordinary soldier, which is why he is just a guard. Guarding a door, to a room, that has not been used in seven years. Maybe more. He is not sure, as he has only been guarding it for seven, and all he knows is that it was not in use when he started. The only good part about Franks position, was the view. Now, it was not the most spectacular view aboard the Nova, but it was Franks view. All his, anFox of the Long Life ChVIII


Fox of the Long Life ChVIIFox stares at Max. What? He says irritably, his dream still fresh and clear in his mind. Weve reached the ship Max says, finding it odd how angry Fox sounds. Were boarding now, and you fell asleep. Fox sits up, and rubs his eyes. He always hated when people woke him up when he was taking a nap. His looks around the room, he was feeling quite out of it. His mind would not stop racing, but his main priority was to figure out where he was.Fox of the Long Life ChVII
Max looks at him for a moment. Fox Come on. We need to leave. He was confused as to why Fox was just sitting there.


Fox of the Long Life ChVIFox jumped back, and stared hard at the young man, Rory. You cannot seriously be thinking about this! Rory held his sword pointed at Fox. He wore a suit of fine chain male underneath his dark clothes. His black cloak seamed to move violently from movement he was not making; the wind is what makes his cloak flow. Fox glared at him, Please. Rory. Listen to reason. This is no time to do this. Listen to reason?! Rory shouts back at him, swinging his sword down hard at an angle, aimed at Fox, but Fox moves out of the way with ease, I should be the one saying that, not you! Fox grips his oFox of the Long Life ChVI
Monkey ...
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... You know you've screwed up, when you punch the air in anger, and end up punching the wall, and given yourself bloody knuckles.
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The glass is neither half full or half empty; it is twice as big as it needs to be.
Without examining the facts, one cannot know whether vox populi is really vox dei, or only vox asinorum.
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... You know you've screwed up, when you punch the air in anger, and end up punching the wall, and given yourself bloody knuckles.
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... You know you've screwed up, when you punch the air in anger, and end up punching the wall, and given yourself bloody knuckles.
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