Monday, November 7, 2011
The Jetbike jinked in and out of the destroyed building. It's long dragon shaped faring and tall wraithbone vane narrowly missing both the ground and the tops of the ruined ceiling. From dragon snout to the top of the vane, the bike nearly as long as a Vyper. Yet she controlled it with ease, a mere after thought as she came upon the Mon-kiegh, and pressed the stud to launch the fusilade of shuriken discs into the mob. She had been in the saddle of this flying sculpture for nearly 5,000 cycles now. It had been a faithful steed....
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