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Deidre shook her fist toward the open ocean before her, her eyes fixed on a glittering point in the distance, diminishing with every second.
"Gosh, Cameron, do you have any idea how long it took me to get that ship?" Deidre screeched at her companion, who had been cowering behind his quaking friend.
"Five years or so?"
Deidre ignored Cameron and began pacing along the cliff-edge, "Five years of painstaking searching across this merciless planet looking for any way to get back to Earth and who should deprive me of it once found? Jexess, Jexess for pity sake!"
"Wait, that was Jexess!?"
"Oh yes, Baroness of Turnatia or whatever she called her petty little village, and she doesn't even know where she's going I'll bet!"
Cameron abruptly turned to the boy standing next to him, a young boy with blond hair and blue eyes, staring passively at the spectacle he beheld. "You're a native, what's the deal with this Jexess person anyway?"
The boy ignored him, instead turning to the young woman pacing along the cliff-face, clearly the superior of the two, she seemed sterner, her dark, long hair tied back tightly, pulling her skin tight at the frame of her face. "You should be careful, its a long way down."
Deidre glared at the young native, seething with indignation, "Careful, careful!? You're telling me to be careful? It was your people's stupid wormhole experiment that got me here, your Baroness who flew off in the only alien vessel within reasonable interstellar travel distance! Why I ought to..."
Created By: Nathanael Brayne
Created: 01/11/2009
Story Arc: It is a good day to die.
Page Number: 397
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