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Topher Lydon

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  1. They are on the plane, it's full of different junior envoys. in Coach. Safe from Peter and Andrew's aggressive snoring.
  2. also gotta dodge the funny holes in the wall, never know what's on the other side.
  3. typically the person who wants to be in charge. Sometimes it really is that petty
  4. It's that well earned trust they have in each other. Will trusts Andrew to do what needs to be done without question. Andrew trusts that Will won't interfere with his operations. It may not work for everyone, but for those two, it's how they survive
  5. I'd be more worried about the bottoms of their boots after the "special" VR room
  6. I really like Guy, he's nervous, anxious, but still does his job. And Mr. Nibbles the emotional support alien
  7. Ahh Doc, unerringly right about impending doom.
  8. The bridge of the Zodiac was bathed in the harsh, strobing light of an ion storm. The main viewscreen, usually a window into the vast and empty blackness of deep space, was currently filled entirely by the rusted, jagged hull of a derelict spacecraft. It was massive, dwarfing the Zodiac by a factor of ten. It did not possess the sleek, aerodynamic curves of a Terran cruiser, nor the utilitarian, blocky symmetry of a corporate surveyor. It looked like a brutalist cathedral made of cast iron
  9. Becky is rather tragic, she's a victim of what has happened to her. And I fear that despite best intentions, she's simply not well. Bob Hesston is going to have a hard future ahead. It should be noted that part of the respect Will and Bob for each other is born of the fact that Will never reveals, or uses Becky's illness for political gain. It's why Bob in return, never uses Will's own illness against him, and goes so far as to cover for him when Ned's existence is weaponized against Will by Trudeau.
  10. The Signature Flight Support terminal at Toronto Pearson International Airport was a masterclass in sterile, insulated luxury, designed specifically to isolate the global elite from the chaotic miseries of commercial air travel. At five-thirty in the morning, the expansive lounge was bathed in the soft, ambient glow of recessed halogen lighting. The air was perfectly climate-controlled, carrying the faint, expensive aromas of roasted Ethiopian coffee, polished Italian leather, and the sharp, und
  11. Tweek would never have allowed Hollis to beam down. "Sorry sir, fleet reglations! Captain's aren't allowed to beam down into potentially hostile situations..." "They're twinks, Tweek..." "I never said THEY'D be the hostile situation!" Tweek gets :: the eyes::
  12. Ensign Tweek has his own Prime Directive, no one touches his man.
  13. My Internet is down sorry for the late post
  14. The away team trekked through the dense jungle for twenty minutes, following a crude, winding dirt path that clearly indicated intelligent life. Guy jumped at every snapping twig, Park continued to aim his heavy ordnance at every passing butterfly, and Doc complained bitterly about the humidity ruining the leather of his signed-out jacket. Eventually, the trees broke, revealing a sprawling, primitive settlement situated on the banks of a crystal-clear river. The village was comprised
  15. The plate-glass windows of the rented campaign storefront on Church Street were completely opaque, coated in a thick, dripping layer of interior condensation that blurred the neon signs of the Village into abstract smears of amber, violet, and electric green. Outside, a punishing October drizzle was falling over Toronto, freezing as it struck the cracked pavement, turning the sidewalks into sheets of treacherous black ice. Inside, the air was hot, stale, and smelled overwhelmingly of cheap deliv
  16. Liam might object. the two of them have the old Sociopath vs Psychopath debate well in hand.
  17. Crewman Guy trying not to die... again.
  18. 'cause nothing bad ever happens on away missions....
  19. The main viewscreen of the Zodiac was, for the first time in over a month, not filled with the soul-crushing, endless black void of deep space. Instead, it was filled with color. Brilliant, vibrant, impossible color. A planet hung in the center of the display, slowly rotating on its axis like a massive, swirling gemstone. It possessed deep, cerulean oceans that caught the light of its nearby parent star, vast continents draped in rich, emerald greens, and a delicate, wispy atmosphere of sta
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