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 Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 4:20 pm
Meteo is an unusually dense field of more than a hundred thousand planetoids. Scientists have speculated that such density was a result of a failed "ninth planet", leaving behind Meteo as its remains. The belt is rich in minerals, however its depths have yet to be fully explored.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 4:22 pm
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General Stonewall Jackson
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 6:58 pm
A sharp turn to the left leads to a narrow dodge of a rather large incoming asteroid. This path was a treacherous one and somewhere in the back of his mind he had to wonder if this was really worth it. Yes, he didn't even have to think twice about that thought. He keeps his eyes straight ahead allowing his radar to warn about anything coming in from the sides. So far so good.
He was determined to find his answers regardless of how long or far it took him. Whereas some would be afraid of the unknown it had eaten away at him slowly ever since the beginning. He was finally coming to terms with this and honestly he didn't bother him half as much as he thought it would. Sure he had at one time convinced himself that it didn't matter, but things had changed. Now he had clues to work with such as this ship, which of course was the trademark ship of Star Wolf that much he knew. Now to find them.
This thought had repeated in his mind time and time again ever since leaving Corneria. It was almost like a broken record playing the same thing over and over until someone finally decided to stop it. There was no one to do that for him. No, he was allowing himself to become entranced by what he desired. In some ways it almost felt like it was his destiny calling him to the group of mercenaries. Still what would happen once he found them...There would be time to cross that bridge once he reached it.
His eyes narrow a bit as he focuses on the object in the distance. Fortuna, he had almost made it out of this belt and one step closer to what he desired. Sure he couldn't see any sign of virtually any group, but for some odd reason he had the feeling he was on the right track. Call it a predator's instinct. Still first and foremost he would restock here after all it might not have much civilization on it, but he figured he could find something of value to him.
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