Role

Chapter 1

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Stardate 07914.301 (62nd Age)
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They crossed through the trail of fire left behind by the Imperial
starfighter, sharing a celebratory whoop as it exploded into a ball of
burning gas and shrapnel. "Two more left, don't get cocky!" Drissa grinned,
adjusted her grip on the controls, and refocused her attention on the
targetting computer. "Don't worry about me, eh. Just fly the damn thing!" She
loved gunning for Draliza. Far as she could tell, he was the best damn pilot
in the galaxy. That he kept it real in the sack when they weren't out on
mission together only made things better.

Up ahead the last two enemy fighters had formed up and were maneuvering for a
counterattack. Bursts of blue laser lanced towards the elfship. The sound of
screaming klaxons filled their cockpit as energy shields edged towards
depletion. "Shit! Missiles! Clean it up fast, eh?" Draliza put their ship
into a series of quick spins, dancing it around like a jitterbug. With casual
ease born from years of practice, Drissa calmly locked onto and destroyed the
incoming warheads. Then, with the threat cleared, she thumbed over to access
her own missiles and blasted the Imperials into scrap. "This sector blows.
Let's go home."

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Stardate 07916.122 (62nd Age)
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"Dra... I volunteered."

The other elf stared at her for a long moment, then laughed. "I knew you
would. Damn. When do you ship out?"

"Tomorrow. No point in putting it off."

"I guess this is it then. No chance we'll be seeing each other again?"

Drissa shook her head. "Well, not unless magic's everything the histories say
it was." Draliza laughed again. "Right. Damn. Look out for yourself, Dris."

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Stardate 07916.257 (62nd Age)
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"Soldier of the Light... today is the day of days. You are about to embark
upon a great crusade, toward which we have striven these many months. The
eyes of the all elvenkind are upon you. The hopes and prayers of many
millenia of liberty-loving people walk along with you.

Through the Portal, the past awaits. You will bring about the elimination of
the Enemy's tyranny over the oppressed peoples of the galaxy, and security
for elves in ages past, present, and future. Your task will not be an easy
one. What will you find on the other side, we cannot be certain. But one
thing we know: the Enemy will be awaiting you. You must oppose him until the
day of his ultimate defeat.

Good luck! Yours is a great and noble undertaking."

Through a tremendous effort of willpower, Drissa forced her face to look calm
as she nodded to thank the General for his words. On queue, she stepped
slowly towards the shimmering portal. As she drew near it, she broke into a
run, trying not to think of the consequences should this strange new tech
malfunction...