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[Thyatira]

* Khab opens her eyes and jumps out of the seat!
* Khab dashes for the hatch!

* Allama runs to the door and tries to open it.

<Thyatira> we have to save the cargo! All the Tai!

* Khab hands Al a bobby pin.

* Thyatira runs to the cargo bay

* Allama jimmies the lock so the others can carry the money to safety.
* Allama grabs a case on her way out.

<Thyatira> Right, good idea

* Khab runs back for the cargo and drags a crate behind her!

* Allama goes in again, but only gets half a case.

* Thyatira carries what he can

<Allama> (Those things are heavy!)

<Thyatira> oof! yes they are

<Khab> no kidding.  I broke a nail back there!

<Thyatira> alright, forget the money

* Khab sniffs.

<Thyatira> let's just get out of here!

* Khab abandons the crate, gives it a swift kick, and dives for the hatch.

<Thyatira> Al' -- you're next!

* Allama jumps out.

<Thyatira> even tho the ship is on fire, Thy lobs a grenade into the cockpit for good measure
<Thyatira> males like explosions
* Thyatira jumps out

* Khab is nearly bounced by a flying Thy.

<Thyatira> The AFE starship blows up -- scattering burning feathers, streamers, plastic balls with bells in them, and catnip-laden mice everywhere

* Allama thinks she should be glad he isn't active in the region yet, then!

<Thyatira> sorry we couldn't save your scratchy hand, Khab

* Khab nod-nods!
* Khab sighs in a martyrly fashion. "Ah well."

TO BE CONTINUED…

[Thyatira]

<Thyatira> so, now, we contact the local authorities? or wait? They'll have seen us crashing .. uh, landing

* Khab breaks out her emergency nail file to fix that broken nail.

<Thyatira> OOC: whose nation is Mor'os anyway?

<Khab> OOC: Is that Myroria?  I can't remember.

<Thyatira> not sure

<Khab> hrm

<Thyatira> I'll check before posting log

<Khab> checking - maybe I can find it in the National Stats section

<Thyatira> Mor'os, Myroria, as long as we're alive
* Thyatira hopes we're not in Myroria. Sounds like a noise an AFE would make

<Allama> Mor'os is Pragmia. ^_-

<Khab> ahhh okay and you're right, Thy, about the sound, I mean.

<Thyatira> alright. we'll head... that way we're bound to find something to blow up

* Allama looks where Thya points. "Straight up?"
* Allama shakes her head.

<Thyatira> oh,

<Allama> Silly men.

<Thyatira> right

* Khab shares a significant look with Al. Males.

<Thyatira> that way, then?

* Thyatira points

<Allama> Yes, that looks good.

* Khab puts her nail file away.
* Khab also puts away the marshmallows she was roasting over the roaring cockpit.

This story jumps to The West Pacific!