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Post by Falcon on Aug 25, 2003 18:52:21 GMT -5
>I say we skip the part where they drop off Dominion at S.T.A.R. labs and go straight to Titan Tower. What do ya think? ...OH! How about...The Dark Damsel(NOT DAMSEL IN DISTRESS!)
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Post by Entropy Aegis on Aug 25, 2003 18:59:13 GMT -5
yeah sure, t'both things.
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Post by Falcon on Aug 25, 2003 19:03:51 GMT -5
Great! Can we do this tomarrow though? I have to go.
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Post by Entropy Aegis on Aug 25, 2003 19:05:51 GMT -5
hey sure whatever man, c'ya falc, get well soon. ;D
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Post by nightwing on Aug 25, 2003 19:20:07 GMT -5
>>>Aww, you ended without me... I wanted to re-introduce Nightwing during the last battle. I had a really cool way to bring him back... Sigh... Oh well...<<< Unknown to the Titans, one loose end remained in the base the once belonged to Dominoin. He sat alone, strapped down in a chair. His clothing had all been removed and he was covered in many fresh scars and laserations. Although he wasn't certain, he was positive that he had a broken arm, ribs and internal bleeding. He wanted nothing more then to die. But he couldn't. He didn't know why, but he had to escape!
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Post by nightwing on Aug 25, 2003 20:12:13 GMT -5
The young man sat for hours alone in the dark room. Their was a horrible silence in the air. He tried to struggle against the binds that held him to the chair, but the metal only cut deeply into his skin. He already felt light headed from the loss of blood. He wasn't sure, but he had a feeling that he should have passed out a long time ago.
At long last he heard someone walking down the hallway. With a weak and horsed voice he tried to speak:
"Help... Someone help..."
Several heavily armed men and a woman with long blonde hair appeared from down the hall.
"Dear Lord," said the woman, who was carrying a large bag. "Someone open that door! Quickly!" she ordered. The soldiers complyed with her command and opened the cell and released the young man from his shackles.
As he tried to comprehend what was happening, the young man looked at the patch that all the people wore.
"S.T.A.R. LABS"
"Sir, whats your name?" the woman asked him.
"What...?" he tried to concentrate, "Um, I don't... I don't know..." The young woman looked at him with concern. She ten turned to one of the other S.T.A.R. Lab operatives.
"Get him a blanket," she ordered and then turned back to him. "Sir, my name is Dr. Lorna Gellar. We're going to help you, okay."
The young man wanted to responde, but his throat hurt too much and he couldn't think. So he merely nodded. One of the armed men help him stand up, but his legs turned to jelly and he suddenly felt himself slip into darkness.
>>As you can possibly guess, the mysterious young man is really the believed dead Nightwing. To discover what happens to him read, "ALONE" in New York.
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Post by X on Aug 25, 2003 22:44:42 GMT -5
{And now that this is over, I'll be introducing a couple new characters. Stay tuned!}
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