New ScifiAs a warrior of the House of Fire, he was charged with defense, and he took his job very seriously. Malik’s brown eyes focused on the target ahead of him. The usual calm came over him as he calmly and deliberately chose his next course of action. Like a dance, each move carefully thought out. Dragonriders didn’t act rashly. The Dragonraider class craft spit out an orange ball of flying burning death that would do its namesake proud. The enemy fighters, a small angular fighter generally slapped together out of whatever the terrorists could get their hands on, and based on a 200-year-old design, had earned themselves the nicknameNew Scifi
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I BRAKE FOR JARK!
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