romuluz
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| 14 Feb 2013 02:18 AM |
The first paragraph or so.
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Row after row of Nafarian Vek'Zar class tanks passed the eyes of Feznrek as he supervised the rallying of the second wave Nafarian invasion force. He stood above it all on a Grey overhang, decorated with the banners of their nation high above the rumble of the heavy tanks down below. Snow was begging to fall upon them as the tanks rolled on through the expansive, grey dry docks, flanked by Nafarian infantry on either side. Feznrek knew well that the invasion had not gone as well as Ven'Ziel, his Emperor, had originally planned. The resistant people of the planet had all but pushed the first wave into retreat, costing them precious land and airspace on the planet. Feznrek, who is not one to sit idly during wartimes, had constantly asked his Emperor permission to lead this invasion, but alas, Ven'Ziel had other plans, and he, Feznrek of all people would not disobey. Feznrek quickly checked his watch to make sure that he was not late for Ven'Ziel's war meeting that he had called early in the morning, to decide upon what to do with this planet. However, much more was on his mind as his daughter, Krypka was to be going through her sym tests today, tests that would decide upon her placement in the Nafarian military academy the next semester, he worried frequently about this throughout the day as she had failed it twice before, and this would be her last chance to pass. |
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romuluz
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| 14 Feb 2013 10:32 PM |
| Le bump, decided to re write this chapter anyways, now that I read it again it wasn't a good route for the story. |
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