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		<title>Theo Emerson: Created page with &quot; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&quot;&gt;&#039;&#039;&#039;Chapter 7: Concerning the relationship between Morcia and Chanora&#039;&#039;...&quot;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot; &amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Chapter 7: Concerning the relationship between Morcia and Chanora&amp;#039;&amp;#039;...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Chapter 7: Concerning the relationship between Morcia and Chanora&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Now, at this point, one may wonder why this chapter of a Chanoran History book has the word &amp;#039;Morcia&amp;#039; in its title, being as Morcians have never been on Chanora. While this is true, Chanorans from the C.O.D have indeed visited Morcia covertly, and as such, the one (Chanora) has much knowledge of the other (Morcia). This is what led James Walters to in about five hours after the previous chapter to decide to go there for help.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Now we return to the aformentioned moron, and examine his status.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Nimbus Station&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Corridors&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;To Theo&amp;#039;s right was a large mech, and to his left a pack of stromlings. Behind him was a spiderling, and in front was some strange beast beyond the greatest nightmares of minifigures. Its face was a contorted mass of bricks, it stood on three legs, and had large spikes on its body at random intervals. Quoth Theo: &amp;quot;This is a problem...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Quoth James: &amp;quot;This is a solution!&amp;quot; Theo jumped as to his right, behind the mech, James yelled before firing a large tubular weapon. The mech exploded, its bricks showering down on Theo, who began to run.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;James fired again, this time hitting the large beast. It reacted merely with annoyance, and shrieked in anger. &amp;quot;Oh, well, that didn&amp;#039;t work. RUN!&amp;quot; And thus, James dropped the rockets.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Theo and James both began to scramble as fast as they could, followed by the strange beast. They ran through a doorway into a room with a holo-projector, and quickly closed the door with one of the four panels ringed around the holoprojector. They then noticed four people, one in blue, one in green, one in orange, and one in red.Â &amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Duke Exeter paused, before speaking. &amp;quot;James, um...not to be rude, but weren&amp;#039;t you officially banned from coming here?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;James thought for a moment. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m here anyways. Deal with it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Exeter facepalmed, while Hael Storm chuckled. &amp;quot;I like im. E&amp;#039;s a rebel, like me.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Overbuild opened his inventory and began building, while Vanda drew her sword and eyed James suspiciously. He sighed, and drew his pistol by the edge of the grip, placing it slowly on the ground and kicking it over to Vanda. &amp;quot;There. Are you happy now?&amp;quot; He demanded with a fire in his eyes.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Vanda unloaded the pistol and threw it into a nearby trash bin. &amp;quot;Very.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Overbuild then threw a small contraption at Theo and James that opened up above them and created a rather menacing cage. James slammed the bars angrily. &amp;quot;Brick it Overbuild! I&amp;#039;m here to help you lot!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Overbuild sighed. &amp;quot;You know the rules, James. You just intruded into one of our highest security facilities. Precautions are needed.&amp;quot;Â &amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;James groaned, and pressed a few buttons on his watch. He and Theo disappeared and then reappeared outside the cage. &amp;quot;You forgot that I have a teleport, Overbuild.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Overbuild smiled. &amp;quot;I know, I&amp;#039;m just following protocol. What you do after that doesn&amp;#039;t matter.&amp;quot;Â &amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Vanda yelled at Overbuild. &amp;quot;Seriously? YOU LET OUR GREATEST THREAT GO FREE!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;James turned towards her. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m not a threat, the Maelstrom, on the other hand? That&amp;#039;s a problem.&amp;quot;Â &amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Exeter spoke up. &amp;quot;We are a democracy, Vanda, and you&amp;#039;re outnumbered three to one.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re taking his side?!?!?!&amp;quot; She exclaimed.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Shut up, Darkflame.&amp;quot; Hael remarked. &amp;quot;So, James, how do you think we deal with this?&amp;quot;Â &amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0px;color:rgb(103,103,103);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;font-weight:normal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;James turned to him. &amp;quot;We abandon this place.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Theo Emerson</name></author>
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