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Taran

Hearing the others continue to follow Xangord allowed Taran to focus on the enemies ahead of him. And considering he seemed to have managed to find some kind of bar for Renstock, there was plenty to go around.

They were surprised at his entry, at first. And many of them seemed to have been tense to begin with. But as Taran entered the room empty handed, they thought to make quick work of this unarmed human. And they would have; if their initial assumption would have been correct.

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Rose

Fighting Renstock ships was tough work, and Rose's concentration was starting to slip. ANTIE-D was right there, though, and able to pick up a little of the slack. But sweat still beaded on Rose's face, and her forehead jewel still shone red. She was too angry to let these guys get the best of her. If only I could move this ship around, I bet we could take on the entire race! she thought absently, before landing yet another hit on a ship that had taken three hits already and was smoking.

"I hope they get back soon with the others." was all Rose said.

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Taran

After only a few seconds, the Renstock were running- those that could, anyways. Many of them were still burnt and smoldering on the floor, even those only hit with a little lightening. He ran after them a little, and when he could see them no more, set a little electricity into the circuits. Anyone who touched the wiring for the next few days would be electrocuted.

An unfortunate side effect of this, though, was an alarm that suddenly sounded. Looking at a panel, Taran winced.

"Well, time to get going, then." he said, and turned to run back and find the others. He only hoped that they'd gotten the other dragons by now.

A minute later, and he ran into them into the hall. n** was carrying Shalimar, and Xangord was carrying Xink. Otherwise, they looked all right. Well, except that Shalimar was blank-eyed. He didn't immediately recognize that Wynn was missing.

"We ready to go, then?" Taran asked. He tried to ignore the fact that he smelled like charred Renstock, and his eyes still had sparks of lightening in them occasionally.