PROFILES!!!!





Steel was shocked and confused. One moment, he had been advancing on Lliath, next, he was on Alfador. The barren land stretched on for miles, without a plant or puddle in sight. He watched the sky, with the deep clouds rolling and crashing. No rain had come yet, but it was bound to, soon. . . wasn't it?

He worried as he walked. What if a thunderstorm happened and he was stuck in the middle of it with no shelter? Sighing regretfully, he wandered aimlessly. He threw himself aside as a ship came swooping down, landing perfectly. He hid around one side of the ship and as he looked up, he read the word engraved carefully on the side. Assassin. He knew that name. . .it was the ship of the famous mercenary, Coppertop. What a lucky find! If he could hire her against Lliath, he was bound to win! Then he began to think rationally. Where would he get the money? It was all aboard the Freefall!



Coppertop glanced at Ducky. "Hey, Ducky." She said quietly. "I could swear I saw a turtle."

"Heh. Not good to swear." Coppertop gave her a look.

"Allright, allright! Well, I wouldn't worry about it. No turtles here."

"You sure?"

"Positive. I know so."

Reassured, Coppertop left her alone. She could not help noticing, however, that as she went back to navigating her ship, Ducky muttered, "I think so." Then, a few minutes later, "I hope so."







No time to write more now, but later-and I need those profiles! Um, 'cept from you, Ducky.