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A/n: I've committed an oopsy poopsy.

A/n: I've committed an oopsy poopsy

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A/n: Worth it

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A/n: Worth it.

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High above in the skies of Vacuo, within the early hours of the day, a large dreadnought soars through the clouds. Making its way towards the mobile station known as Old Rusty. The dreadnought making this journey going by the name of Minokawa, a battle class vessel sent from Atlas by Commander Joshua.

 The dreadnought making this journey going by the name of Minokawa, a battle class vessel sent from Atlas by Commander Joshua

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Within the crew quarters of the ship, inside a darkened room, a lone individual takes cover under a blanket in slumber. Napping in a bottom bunk as they snore the morning hours away.

*HOOOONK*

From the speakers comes a blaring horn that would wake the dead, echoing throughout the halls. The once sleeping individual, still covered in the blanket, shoots upward and smashes their head into the top bunk just above. Crashing back into the bed, the lone figure lets out a pained moan. A moment later, the blanket is pushed away and reveals a young woman with short red hair and dizzy amber eyes. An old faint scar just visible under her right eye. Small patches of red scales visible on her neck and forearms, implying she is a lizard faunus. This young warrior going by the name of Sara Valryn.

Grabbing a hold of her throbbing head, Sara runs the spot where she bashed against the top bunk with a gentle touch.

Speaker: Attention. This is Fallen reminding any slackers still sleeping away that we will be reaching our destination in an hour or so. Today's breakfast will be baked beans, musical program to follow... Who wrote this?

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