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Pitstop
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Quad jet engines hissed at the ground, pushing back layers of sand in unison. A glossy, metallic-orange craft was slowly lowering itself onto the surface of the dry, arid place. Finally, the flames stopped, and the craft came to a halt; hovering above the ground as if to reject its touch, which might scratch the immaculate paintwork.

The roof opened, and out stepped a figure.

The woman was tall - or perhaps her stature simply came from the way she held herself. For a second, her baby blue eyes peered through the sand, their glassy surface reflecting the desert. Then, without a moments hesitation, she leapt off the craft, as if she had done it a hundred times.

She was Samus Aran. Or at least, that's what the records said. Throughout the years she had come to be known by many names - the Hatchling, the Hunter, the Chosen One. But, whilst though all of those held their own merit, Samus preferred to avoid making a show of her accomplishments.

After all, she was only here for fuel.
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Pitstop - by Super Buu - 12-31-2006, 04:42 AM
Pitstop - by Celipa - 12-31-2006, 05:15 AM

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