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EARTH DATE: JUNE 24
Sol Star System, The Starship Exanthus
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“YOU MIGHT AS WELL COME out, Draakon, you are not going to get past us,” T’Vass said.
“Don’t make me kill all of you.” Theiv replied, pissed that his plan had fallen apart.
“Drace doesn’t want you killed, Draakon.” T’Vass returned. “He didn’t say we couldn’t injure you, though. Do you think he might want to make a Zemyneah, out of you?” The three men laughed. “Ass fucked, Dragon Warrior. Do you think you will like it as much as a Zemyneah?”
Theiv ignored their words. He was a Dragon Warrior, and he’d long ago learned to control his emotions and his actions. He coolly laid down fire as he sprinted towards another station closer to the door. Return fire lit up the room, as Drace’s men tried to take him down.
From his new position, he looked up and paused. A mirror was mounted on the wall opposite him, and he could see the exact position of every person in the room. From that moment on, this fight was his. Coldly, systematically, Theiv Draakon, Dragon Warrior, worked his way around the room, killing each of the men who Drace had sent to apprehend him. There would be no experiments on a Dragon Warrior this day.