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"Bob? Where have you been? Man, I'm happy to see you."
YK stumbles to his knees, burnt from the massive expenditure of power last few days have forced on all of them.
"Hey, you think you could get me a ride to Medicus? I don't feel so good." he mumbles as he fades out and all but melts to the floor.
From: Smallville Sector : Greater Metropolis | Registered: Jun 2004
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Ladies and gentlebeings, prepare for a lunar landing.... we may have a bit of a bumpy landing, but we won't be crashing at least.... 10 seconds...
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Ghost Girl mentioned something about a rash of possessions. That's what she was here to oppose... hmmm....
It, er, he's gone catatonic... sort of like a Protean version of shock/coma, to protect a Protean during times of great injuries.
He's beyond my skills, but he's reasonably stable. I know a specialist we can call in who has extensive experience with Proteans.
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3G's Omni-Comm buzzes. "Ahoy, girls. Transport's here." Down at the bottom of the enormous sphere sits a Medicus meat wagon.
Bob reaches down and picks up Yk like a small child and walks straight to the wall. He steps slightly sideways and snap kicks a support beam and blows a hole in the wall.
"Alright! Get your tickets out and have your passports ready! If you want a ride you better hustle your butts over here 'cause we're outta here."
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