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Post by Col. Charybdis on Dec 7, 2006 10:45:07 GMT -6
(RPG note: I have moved this post over here so the continuity can continue within Amy's storyline)
I stood up carefully and rubbed my aching head. I stepped outside the room and wandered about. Several people nodded and saluted and said something perfunctory like, "Colonel," and such but I didn't recognize any of them.
I passed by another room which had the door slightly open. Inside I could see a young woman on her bed sitting up. I looked at the chart on the outside of her door, it said 'Cpt. Amy, Gold Squadron.'
Hmm, I didn't recognize her at all! Right then, one of the med tech's came by and caught me by the arm.
"Colonel, you aren't supposed to be out in the corridor. We need to get you back to your bed to rest. Come on, now," as she gently led me back to my room.
Once in my bed, she attached an ice pack to the back of my head. I must admit, it felt pretty good. I closed my eyes wondering what all of this meant.
I then drifted off to sleep...
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Post by Brie on Jan 17, 2007 9:06:23 GMT -6
RPG note: It has been asked by one of our members that parts of this story be reworked. Several posts have been taken down and we've backed up a bit. A couple more posts will be modified. Sorry for any inconvience.
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