Festavo.

Sorry Ainocra.

"Ay ay ay. I really ought to stop staying up so late." Henn said as he re-adjusts one of the dials he flipped randomly last night. Then, the message came through.

"Goddamn it to hell." As he walked towards the Cantina.

<t>Jasper Henn was an old man, but one of the best Engineers that had ever been employed. His skills were unmatched in the world, but he was old, and got slower by the minute.<br/> <br/> He was in the original crew complement of the station, and continues serving to this day, mainly because he gets ...

<r><B><s>[b]</s><U><s>[u]</s>Deshret Application<e>[/u]</e></U><e>[/b]</e></B><br/> <br/> <B><s>[b]</s>Name:<e>[/b]</e></B> ProfessorHenn<br/> <br/> <I><s>[i]</s>Please swear the following oath of membership in the Deshret.<e>[/i]</e></I><br/> <br/> I, ProfessorHenn, reaffirm the promises made in my...

Do you want me to bite? I can bite.

<r>Hill 42, 1968. Based near Khe Sanh, this hill was at the forefront the NVA-US military border and therefore, under constant bombardment by the NVA and near constant attacks. The troopers were nearly constantly replaced, but there were a few who made it through the month, day by day, This is their...

Male.

<<<It's been a pleasure.>>>

<<<That is true. that would be fun.>>>

"No clue who you're talking about."

[class=members]ProfessorHenn[/class] explodes.