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The Junkyard, Wednesday Morning
There was artificial light filtering through the dawn in the junk yard-- Sarah Kerrigan's newly-stolen dropship had an open airlock and blue LEDs flashing in gentle warning along the side.
Inside, she sat on the floor, her legs crossed as she worked a string of cables she'd just pulled out of the side of one of the panels. Frowning in concentration at the damage, she blocked out everything including the headache as she worked.
[ open for all your Kerrigan and/or junkly needs ]
Inside, she sat on the floor, her legs crossed as she worked a string of cables she'd just pulled out of the side of one of the panels. Frowning in concentration at the damage, she blocked out everything including the headache as she worked.
[ open for all your Kerrigan and/or junkly needs ]

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"It's just a dropship," Kerrigan said, getting up to her feet. "A tiny one, at that."
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Why hadn't she done this before?
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[Sorry for SP!]
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Something young broke through the jaded Ghost mask when the skies did shift, revealing the little light spots. "I wish..."
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[Have to go for tonight now :(]
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[ night! ]