The first few rays of golden sunlight spread across the sleepy world. They peeped through the small window and danced across the floor.
A young human lay in her warm, comfortable bed. It wouldn't be long and she would be up and about the house.
A small bird landed on the sill. After staring at the sleeping girl quizzically, it started chirping.
The girl stirred and opened her brown eyes. Confused, she glanced around her room until her eyes fixed themselves on the little bird on her sill. With one final chirp, the bird flew away.
"Emy?" a voice called from outside her room,"Are you awake?"
With a tired sigh, the girl answered,"I am now."
"Alright, hurry and get ready for the day. I've already started making breakfast."
"Yes, Mom." Emy stretched and slowly crawled out of bed. She quickly dressed in a simple, tan shirt and brown pants.
By now the delicious smell of homemade bread had permeated throughout the house. Emy followed the tantalizing smell to the small kitchen.
Her mother looked up from her baking as she entered, "Good morning, Sunshine."
"Where's Dad?" Emy asked.
"He's outside checking on the cattle. In fact, he should be here soon." Emy's mother finished mixing up a batch of flatbread and started baking it.
"Ok, do you need any help?"
"Everything's pretty much ready, but you could set the table."
Emy nodded. She opened one of the cupboards near where her mother was standing and started getting out the plates.
Just as she was finishing, the front door opened. "Anyone here?" called a voice.
"In here, honey," Emy's mom replied.
A man entered the kitchen. He was dressed simply just like everyone else; which made sense since Emy's family were ranchers.
"Smells good," Emy's dad said. He gave his wife a good morning kiss. "And how did you sleep, sunshine?" he asked Emy.
"Pretty well."
"Oh, before I forget, Queenie gave birth early this morning."
Queenie was one of the family's valindyre; beasts of burden very similar to our horses and/or deer.
Emy gasped and covered her mouth with a hand. "Really?"
"Yep. After we eat, if its okay with your mother, you can go see her."
Emy rushed out the front door towards the barnyard. Her father stopped in the doorway to watch his daughter. He smiled and his wife joined him, while drying her hands with a towel.
"She's so full of life," he grinned and put an arm around his wife.
She smiled at him, "Yes, as all children should be."
Emy unlocked the barn door and entered, being careful not to startle any of the animals.
Towards the back of the barn was Queenie's stall. Emy's dad had fixed it especially to make it extra comfy for the valindyre's pregnancy.
Emy hurried to the back stall. The gentle creatures tossed their heads as she went by.
Clambering up onto the side of the stall, Emy peered inside. Queenie raised her head at this. There curled up next to his mother, was the colt. He had scraggly fur and his legs seemed too large for his body, but to Emy, he was the most adorable thing she had ever seen.
"Well?" Emy's parents had followed her inside the barn. "What do you want to name him?" her father asked.
Emy gasped, "You're letting me name him?"
"Of course, this is the first newborn colt you've seen. You should have the honour of naming him."
"Well...how about Prince?"
"That's a good choice."
Emy stared at the proud mother and her baby.
One of the valindyre suddenly brayed and started to kick up the straw. The others soon followed suit. Even Queenie seemed upset.
Emy's father frowned, "Now what are they all worked up about?" He hurried outside, while Emy hugged her mother.
They followed Emy's father outside the barn. The sky had turned gray and the wind had picked up. Off in the distance, thick clouds of black smoke were billowing off the grass. A fire?
"Emy! Get to the cellar! Don't come out until we come to get you. Your mother and I have to get the cattle out of the barn to safety."
Emy nodded and took off back to the house. She quickly opened the root cellar doors and hurried down the stairs after closing them behind her.
It was very dark, but Emy managed to sqeeze into a far corner of the cellar, between some shelves and baskets.
I bolted upright in my bed, gasping for breath. Another nightmare... I curled up in my blankets and a few tears made trails down my cheeks. Why did this keep happening to me? This all happened six years ago. I should be over it by now.
It was in the wee hours of the morning still, so I hoped my roommates wouldn't hear my sobbing. They'd make fun of me for being a baby, if they found out. I was already bullied enough, I didn't need another reason for them to make fun of me.
Sixteen years ago, I was born on a moon called Valuer in the Valousafin system. Most people don't even know it exists. Maybe because its located in the Unknown Regions of space.
Before the Galactic Empire fell, they managed to map most of the region out, but its still largely unexplored. No one knows exactly what secrets are hidden among its many systems and worlds.
Six years ago, Valuer was attacked by raiders. Most of the surface was devastated. A lot of lives were lost and property stolen or destroyed. I was one of the "lucky" ones. We were "rescued" by this organization who called themselves, "The Krût." They rescued a lot of survivors from not just Valuer but other affected planets and systems.
The Krût were some sort of alien species. They had very pale, white skin; brown or even black eyes; and they were slender yet muscular. They were very secretive but highly advanced with technology. No one knew exactly where they had come from or why they did what they did. They seemed to be very kind but strict; anything we needed was given to us. They even had an educational system for us. It was a pretty complex system, but the teachers seemed pretty patient with anyone who was struggling.
I was nearing the end of my education and already they were putting me into a new course. I still wasn't exactly sure what it contained, but it was rumored that it was about combat. Funny, I had already been learning different combat moves and techniques. Why would they teach me more?
It would be time for role call soon. I already knew I was going to be tired today. That wouldn't bode well for me, the Krût worked us hard. It was perfection or more work. No one wanted the later, and those who did were the weirder ones.
I must have fallen asleep again, for the next thing I heard was the wake up call. Some of my roommates were already up, if I didn't get up soon, I risked getting a punishment.
I sighed before sitting up and crawling out of my bed. I almost bumped into my bunk mate who was on her way down from the bed above mine.
"Watch it human," She hissed while baring her fanglike mandibles.
I said nothing, but moved out of her way before beginning to make my bed. We also had room inspections every morning. If your space wasn't clean enough, you would get a demerit point. Get more than four in a day, and you would have extra responsibilities which resulted in less free time.
There was no way I was going to lose my precious free time! In a few minutes, my bed was straightened and my drawers sorted. Just in time too, our supervisor had arrived for the inspection. We all stood next to our bunks, while the supervisor passed by.
Thankfully, no one received a demerit today. Now it was breakfast time. After that, the morning lessons then lunch. After lunch I'd find out more about my new course.
The morning had passed pretty uneventfully. I had just finished lunch and was currently making my way to my orientation course. I wanted to be early; that would impress the instructors and give myself a good reputation with them.
I may be in an educational program, but that doesn't mean I wear an ordinary school uniform. In fact, no one does. The Krût supply us with special clothing, that have multiple functions. They are comfortable enough for sleeping yet flexible enough for physical activities. I think this has to do with the material it's made of, apparently it also breaths. They are mostly made of binary colours, but there are a few primary colours mixed in. They are custom made for each person, but we are allowed to modify them slightly if needed. The average outfit is pretty much a jumpsuit and slip-on shoes, but its not uncommon for other people to wear them differently. I personally don't modify mine, at least not a lot. I like the jumpsuit, but I usually roll up the sleeves and wear a jacket around my waist. I also like to wear my long, black hair in a ponytail.
I reached the classroom easily. It wasn't really a classroom, more of a gym. There were already a few other young people there, but no instructors yet. The three students who were there lived in different dorm rooms, but I knew them pretty well still.
There was a male Nautolan, unlike most his skin was a yellowish colour. A female Bothan, she was pretty shy so we didn't talk much. And a female human, like myself.
She looked up, "Hey Emy."
I grinned, "Hey Rena."
Rena Sweep; she was one of my best friends in this place. She had a similar story to mine, except she had been rescued from slavers by the Krût. Brunette hair, blue eyes, light skin, three inches taller than myself, and an all around nerd; Rena was enjoyable to be around. She wasn't so fiery as I could be, but she always seemed to have a smile on her face. It amazed me how someone who had been through a worse situation than myself, could be so positive. I guess she is just happy to be free.
"Are you nervous?" she asked.
"Eh. Not really, I've always seemed to excell at combat. I'm more curious about why we're all being put into this course."
Rena nodded thoughtfully, but before she could respond, the Nautolan spoke up.
"They're trying to make soldiers out of us, obviously. Sheesh, I swear you girls can be so dumb."
I pursed my lips. Dumb huh? I'll show you who's dumb. Before I could do anything, Rena put her hand on my arm.
"Don't, Emy. Don't satisfy him. Besides," she muttered, "We're not the only girls here."
Oh yes, Tasha was here too. She may be shy, but man does she have a temper. Anyone who insults her had better watch out. I grinned and just as expected, Tasha brought the text book she had been studying down on the boy's head.
*smack*
"Hey!"
Rena and I giggled. "Nice one, Tasha," Rena called out. The Bothan seemed to blush slightly before returning to her book.
The Nautolan just grunted before leaving us alone. Boys...
Rena sighed, "Now, back to our conversation."
I nodded.
"It's true. You've always been one of the best at combat. I'm not sure why, since most of the other people here are aliens who's culture revolves around combat. Compared to that, humans like us don't usually do very well," she grinned.
I felt myself chuckle slightly, "Yeah. But you're not half bad either, Rena."
She shrugged before answering, "Well, when you are a slave for any amount of time, you quickly learn to toughen up."
Other students began arriving, so we cut the conversation short and I returned to my place. We were supposed to stand in a certain formation for certain classes.
All of the people the Krût rescued were given a special code for easier identification. Now this code didn't replace our names, but it served as a sort of social security number. I was Hn: 1078-34. This code was treated as a very personal thing. It was only used to fill out forms and other paperwork. No one called each other by their codes, except maybe some of the staff. The Krût highly encouraged all of us to keep our individual names and most did, but others changed their names for personal reasons. I was proud of my name and so was Rena.
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Post by EmyCaprean on Oct 13, 2017 16:08:33 GMT
Darth Emerald: Dawn Part 5
Most of the class was here now. Looking around I spotted several familiar faces coming in, but one stood out. A human who was half cyborg.
"Hey, Conrade! Over here!" I waved at my friend.
He scanned the crowd of students before his eyes locked on me. He grinned before striding over to me.
"How are you doing, man?" I asked while holding my hand out to him.
"I'm ready to kick butt," he grinned again, as he clasped my hand in one of his metal ones.
Conrade Derr, a human who was half machine, stood about six inches taller than myself and sometimes taller thanks to his cyborg enhancements. He was rescued after a nasty starfighter crash a few years ago. He was also generally the quieter, more serious of my friends. I liked to tease him, but he usually took me too literally. He was very observant and loved to tinker with electronics. I'd even learned a thing or two from him.
I feinted a wince, "That's quite a grip you got. What are you trying to do? Break my wrist?"
He frowned, "I just adjusted the hydraulics. I can now pick things up with the softest touch or crush metal objects in my fist. There's no way I should be hurting you."
I giggled, "I'm just messing with you." He let go of my hand and I continued, "I did notice a difference this time though. It's almost like you have real hands not metal ones."
He nodded soberly, "Please don't do that again. Hurting you is the last thing I want to happen."
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize you'd take it literally." To change the subject, I asked, "Have you seen, Mari?"
Conrade relaxed slightly, "Yes, I saw her at lunch, but she had an errand to run before class. She should be here soon."
I nodded, "I hope she isn't late."
It was at that moment that our attention was drawn to someone calling our names, "Hey Conrade! Emy!"
"Speaking of Mari, there she is." I grinned and waved her over.
"Hi!" she exclaimed once she reached us.
Conrade grinned and I felt myself giggle.
Mari Offee, was my second half-human friend. She was part Mirilan and was even related to a Jedi. She was very sensible and yet athletic. She had been rescued after space pirates attacked the starship she was aboard with her parents. She was my first real friend here and we're still pretty close.
"So, are you nervous?" Mari asked us.
Conrade shook his head, "Nope, why should I be?"
I shrugged, "A bit."
"Oh ok. Cause I'm pretty nervous. I just keep worrying about what's next."
We nodded silently. Then Conrade spoke up, "The instructors are here; we'd better scram, Mari."
She giggled and gave a short salute, "Ok, Commander."
I chuckled as they left. I swear they act like lovebirds sometimes. Although if I asked, they'd probably deny it. Typical.
My attention was soon captured by the instructors as the orientation class began.
We had been expected to learn the Krût language from day one and ever since all classes had been in Krût. It was a difficult language, especially to write in, but we managed somehow.
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Post by EmyCaprean on Nov 8, 2017 14:55:06 GMT
Darth Emerald: Dawn Part 6
The first thing the instructors did was pair everyone up with another person. All pairs were pretty well matched in strength and body mass; as for intelligence, we were pretty much all on the same level. Some rules were in place for anyone who had special abilities for the sake of fairness.
The instructors told us that we were going to practice sparring to start. One by one, they called each pair up. We all had five minutes to try to pin our opponents down onto the spongy mats. If no one won, then they declared a tie.
Rena was paired with another female human named Carly. Carly had dyed pink hair but you could still see her black roots. Carly also had green eyes and bronze skin. She was a bit of a punk with a quick tongue. They both did pretty well but Rena managed to beat her. Carly didn't seem to be upset about losing, which was good.
Several other pairs had their turns, most had one winner and loser but there were two ties.
Mari had been paired with a female Weequay, who easily beat her. Mari chuckled and shrugged to say that she couldn't really help losing on her way back to the sidelines.
Before I knew it, the instructors had called my name. I took a deep breath and joined my opponent on the mats. She was a female alien named Fern. She had pale skin with patches of chestnut fur, small claws, pointed canines, and a few other animalistic features. She had a very slim build which made her very flexible and therefore, dangerous. I assumed that Fern was the shy type since she never seemed to speak.
We took our places two paces away yet facing each other on the soft mats. One of the instructors addressed us in Krût, "This is only a practice session so don't attempt to seriously injure each other. We'll be watching you closely and anyone who violates this rule will receive a penalty. Understood?"
We both nodded and the other instructor signaled the match had begun. Most of the other students stopped talking and paid attention to the match. A few people cheered us on and Fern and I crouched, eyeing each other's forms.
I made the first move by darting forward and throwing a light punch at Fern's left shoulder. She was quick though and managed to dart backwards so that my blow didn't hurt her much. I retreated slightly so Fern would have a chance to go.
She sent a flying kick to my abdomen which stunned me a bit. Before she could get another strike in, I caught her hand and quickly twisted it behind her back. If I was a bit stronger and more experienced, I probably could have dislocated her shoulder.
Alas, Fern was pretty quick and before I had properly maintained the hold she wriggled out and kicked my legs out from under me. I landed smack on my back with the breath knocked out of me. Fern stepped over me and placed a furry foot on my chest; I could hear the instructors counting down.
There was no way I could get up from this position, at least in time to counterattack. I had been beaten fair and square, there was no doubt about it. I heard my friends let out quiet groans of disappointment and Fern’s supporters cheered at her success.
Feeling humiliated and still dazed, I returned to my place in line, rather quietly. I had lost which would mean no more sparring for the rest of the lesson. That wasn’t so bad but I could’ve done better. I sighed but tried to keep any negative feelings to myself.
It was kinda interesting to watch the other matches. I was fascinated by all the different techniques different people used. Most were kinda sloppy but there was the odd well-executed maneuver.
Conrade had a bit of a scuffle during his match. Something went wrong with his cyborg limbs and he was partially paralyzed. The instructors had to cut the session short and the paramedics were called.
There was an air of concern and worry with the students. Conrade was pretty popular among almost everyone; him being almost half cyborg afterall. Yes, things often went wrong with his gadgets but they were never serious. This certainly looked more extreme than other times. Hopefully, he’d be alright.
After that, we were all dismissed to do whatever we wanted for an hour. I headed back to my dorm and sank onto my bunk. Was I mad at Fern? No, I had no real reason to be. I was disappointed in my abilities as a whole. Normally, I was able to predict my opponent's movements and counter them. Something had gone wrong or maybe I was just losing my touch? Whatever the case, I didn’t like it.
I heard one of the doors to the dorm room slide open and a pair of footsteps approached me. I looked up to be greeted by a younger, Krut Cadet. I stood up to respect his presence.
“A guest has requested to see you at the visitor center,” he spoke slowly. Surprisingly, in the Galactic Standard; this was rare but I had heard rumors of the young Krut learning this language along with their native tongue. Maybe they were trying to be more social but who really knew?
I nodded, “Yes sir, I’ll go see them now.”
The Cadet motioned for me to follow him and we headed out together. We went through several different passageways, most of which I had never seen or heard of before. Figures, since I had never heard of anyone actually getting visitors here or that the Krut even had a Visitor’s Center.
The first thing the instructors did was pair everyone up with another person. All pairs were pretty well matched in strength and body mass; as for intelligence, we were pretty much all on the same level. Some rules were in place for anyone who had special abilities for the sake of fairness.
The instructors told us that we were going to practice sparring to start. One by one, they called each pair up. We all had five minutes to try to pin our opponents down onto the spongy mats. If no one won, then they declared a tie.
Rena was paired with another female human named Carly. Carly had dyed pink hair but you could still see her black roots. Carly also had green eyes and bronze skin. She was a bit of a punk with a quick tongue. They both did pretty well but Rena managed to beat her. Carly didn't seem to be upset about losing, which was good.
Several other pairs had their turns, most had one winner and loser but there were two ties.
Mari had been paired with a female Weequay, who easily beat her. Mari chuckled and shrugged to say that she couldn't really help losing on her way back to the sidelines.
Before I knew it, the instructors had called my name. I took a deep breath and joined my opponent on the mats. She was a female alien named Fern. She had pale skin with patches of chestnut fur, small claws, pointed canines, and a few other animalistic features. She had a very slim build which made her very flexible and therefore, dangerous. I assumed that Fern was the shy type since she never seemed to speak.
We took our places two paces away yet facing each other on the soft mats. One of the instructors addressed us in Krût, "This is only a practice session so don't attempt to seriously injure each other. We'll be watching you closely and anyone who violates this rule will receive a penalty. Understood?"
We both nodded and the other instructor signaled the match had begun. Most of the other students stopped talking and paid attention to the match. A few people cheered us on and Fern and I crouched, eyeing each other's forms.
I made the first move by darting forward and throwing a light punch at Fern's left shoulder. She was quick though and managed to dart backwards so that my blow didn't hurt her much. I retreated slightly so Fern would have a chance to go.
She sent a flying kick to my abdomen which stunned me a bit. Before she could get another strike in, I caught her hand and quickly twisted it behind her back. If I was a bit stronger and more experienced, I probably could have dislocated her shoulder.
Alas, Fern was pretty quick and before I had properly maintained the hold she wriggled out and kicked my legs out from under me. I landed smack on my back with the breath knocked out of me. Fern stepped over me and placed a furry foot on my chest; I could hear the instructors counting down.
There was no way I could get up from this position, at least in time to counterattack. I had been beaten fair and square, there was no doubt about it. I heard my friends let out quiet groans of disappointment and Fern’s supporters cheered at her success.
Feeling humiliated and still dazed, I returned to my place in line, rather quietly. I had lost which would mean no more sparring for the rest of the lesson. That wasn’t so bad but I could’ve done better. I sighed but tried to keep any negative feelings to myself.
It was kinda interesting to watch the other matches. I was fascinated by all the different techniques different people used. Most were kinda sloppy but there was the odd well-executed maneuver.
Conrade had a bit of a scuffle during his match. Something went wrong with his cyborg limbs and he was partially paralyzed. The instructors had to cut the session short and the paramedics were called.
There was an air of concern and worry with the students. Conrade was pretty popular among almost everyone; him being almost half cyborg afterall. Yes, things often went wrong with his gadgets but they were never serious. This certainly looked more extreme than other times. Hopefully, he’d be alright.
After that, we were all dismissed to do whatever we wanted for an hour. I headed back to my dorm and sank onto my bunk. Was I mad at Fern? No, I had no real reason to be. I was disappointed in my abilities as a whole. Normally, I was able to predict my opponent's movements and counter them. Something had gone wrong or maybe I was just losing my touch? Whatever the case, I didn’t like it.
I heard one of the doors to the dorm room slide open and a pair of footsteps approached me. I looked up to be greeted by a younger, Krut Cadet. I stood up to respect his presence.
“A guest has requested to see you at the visitor center,” he spoke slowly. Surprisingly, in the Galactic Standard; this was rare but I had heard rumors of the young Krut learning this language along with their native tongue. Maybe they were trying to be more social but who really knew?
I nodded, “Yes sir, I’ll go see them now.”
The Cadet motioned for me to follow him and we headed out together. We went through several different passageways, most of which I had never seen or heard of before. Figures, since I had never heard of anyone actually getting visitors here or that the Krut even had a Visitor’s Center.
The first thing the instructors did was pair everyone up with another person. All pairs were pretty well matched in strength and body mass; as for intelligence, we were pretty much all on the same level. Some rules were in place for anyone who had special abilities for the sake of fairness.
The instructors told us that we were going to practice sparring to start. One by one, they called each pair up. We all had five minutes to try to pin our opponents down onto the spongy mats. If no one won, then they declared a tie.
Rena was paired with another female human named Carly. Carly had dyed pink hair but you could still see her black roots. Carly also had green eyes and bronze skin. She was a bit of a punk with a quick tongue. They both did pretty well but Rena managed to beat her. Carly didn't seem to be upset about losing, which was good.
Several other pairs had their turns, most had one winner and loser but there were two ties.
Mari had been paired with a female Weequay, who easily beat her. Mari chuckled and shrugged to say that she couldn't really help losing on her way back to the sidelines.
Before I knew it, the instructors had called my name. I took a deep breath and joined my opponent on the mats. She was a female alien named Fern. She had pale skin with patches of chestnut fur, small claws, pointed canines, and a few other animalistic features. She had a very slim build which made her very flexible and therefore, dangerous. I assumed that Fern was the shy type since she never seemed to speak.
We took our places two paces away yet facing each other on the soft mats. One of the instructors addressed us in Krût, "This is only a practice session so don't attempt to seriously injure each other. We'll be watching you closely and anyone who violates this rule will receive a penalty. Understood?"
We both nodded and the other instructor signaled the match had begun. Most of the other students stopped talking and paid attention to the match. A few people cheered us on and Fern and I crouched, eyeing each other's forms.
I made the first move by darting forward and throwing a light punch at Fern's left shoulder. She was quick though and managed to dart backwards so that my blow didn't hurt her much. I retreated slightly so Fern would have a chance to go.
She sent a flying kick to my abdomen which stunned me a bit. Before she could get another strike in, I caught her hand and quickly twisted it behind her back. If I was a bit stronger and more experienced, I probably could have dislocated her shoulder.
Alas, Fern was pretty quick and before I had properly maintained the hold she wriggled out and kicked my legs out from under me. I landed smack on my back with the breath knocked out of me. Fern stepped over me and placed a furry foot on my chest; I could hear the instructors counting down.
There was no way I could get up from this position, at least in time to counterattack. I had been beaten fair and square, there was no doubt about it. I heard my friends let out quiet groans of disappointment and Fern’s supporters cheered at her success.
Feeling humiliated and still dazed, I returned to my place in line, rather quietly. I had lost which would mean no more sparring for the rest of the lesson. That wasn’t so bad but I could’ve done better. I sighed but tried to keep any negative feelings to myself.
It was kinda interesting to watch the other matches. I was fascinated by all the different techniques different people used. Most were kinda sloppy but there was the odd well-executed maneuver.
Conrade had a bit of a scuffle during his match. Something went wrong with his cyborg limbs and he was partially paralyzed. The instructors had to cut the session short and the paramedics were called.
There was an air of concern and worry with the students. Conrade was pretty popular among almost everyone; him being almost half cyborg afterall. Yes, things often went wrong with his gadgets but they were never serious. This certainly looked more extreme than other times. Hopefully, he’d be alright.
After that, we were all dismissed to do whatever we wanted for an hour. I headed back to my dorm and sank onto my bunk. Was I mad at Fern? No, I had no real reason to be. I was disappointed in my abilities as a whole. Normally, I was able to predict my opponent's movements and counter them. Something had gone wrong or maybe I was just losing my touch? Whatever the case, I didn’t like it.
I heard one of the doors to the dorm room slide open and a pair of footsteps approached me. I looked up to be greeted by a younger, Krut Cadet. I stood up to respect his presence.
“A guest has requested to see you at the visitor center,” he spoke slowly. Surprisingly, in the Galactic Standard; this was rare but I had heard rumors of the young Krut learning this language along with their native tongue. Maybe they were trying to be more social but who really knew?
I nodded, “Yes sir, I’ll go see them now.”
The Cadet motioned for me to follow him and we headed out together. We went through several different passageways, most of which I had never seen or heard of before. Figures, since I had never heard of anyone actually getting visitors here or that the Krut even had a Visitor’s Center.
Odd, who could it be?
MOAR!!! You are an amazing writer!
Aw, thanks. I really try but there's always room for improvement!
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(Fight scenes are tough sometimes...)
(Fight scenes are tough sometimes...)
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But you are still amazing!!!