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Lance Casey
Nov 12th, 2000, 11:51:28 AM
Casey has been riding all night in search of his son, following<
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any lead's he could get to his where about's. The story going<
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around the order is that he went off the deep end and left.


Casey has arrived in some deadbeat bar. This place
is full
of the helpless and hapless. The kind of place that
a Casey would
hang out. Lance walk's up to the bar and talk'
s to the bartender.


"What can I get ya?"

"I'll have a scotch.
"

The bartender
pour's the drink and hand's it to Lance.


"
What bring's you out here son?"

"I'm looking<
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for someone."

"Who?"

"
My son."


"Got a name? Maybe I know him.
"

"James.
James Casey."

"Casey! That sob blew a hole in the
side of my bar.
He was fighting some guy with a LS and they put
a hole in
my wall. I don't want any of you Casey's in here. Get
out.
"

Casey walk's out of the bar and get's onto his<
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motorcycle. He does not sense his son on Dagobah. He must
move
on to the next closest planet in hope's that he will
be there.

Lady Knyte
Nov 12th, 2000, 02:20:21 PM
Confused and distracted by his wandering thoughts, Lance failed to notice the form of a small white wolf, sitting dead center on the dirt track in the path of his bike. As he looked up, he decided to ignore it with the hopes that it'd step out of the way as any ordinary wild animal would do, on instinct.
However, as he neared the creature, it remained stationary, its deep blue eyes piercing into Lance, filling him with a strange, cold dread.

Before he could react and without any warning, the wolf bounded forward with alarming speed and pounced on Lance, throwing him violently to the right, the bike landing on his left leg. Teeth barred, the wolf narrowed its eyes and snarled, her muzzle mere inches above his face, fangs barred.

"Hello."

Lance Casey
Nov 14th, 2000, 05:21:18 PM
Casey force pushes the wolf off of his chest and jumps into the air and ignites his Lightsaber.


"Who the hell are you?"

Lady Knyte
Nov 17th, 2000, 02:45:41 PM
The wolf sat back on its hind legs, wagging its tail, apparently amused by the newcomer's ignorance.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

Lance Casey
Nov 17th, 2000, 06:05:25 PM
Casey pick's up his motorcycle and get's back on.

" I have more important things to do then to stay here and play the name game."

Lady Knyte
Nov 19th, 2000, 11:05:38 AM
The wolf padded to the front of the newcomer's bike and sat itself down.
"Why, what's the rush? Where you off to? Who knows, I could help. The little puppy doesn't just kill people with her undying cuteness, you know. So shoot. And the faster you talk, the quicker you can get to wherever."