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Yanick Champoux (38%)

Lee Watts (18%)

Josip Nað (17%)

Michel Lacombe (16%)

Dorian (4%)

goldkngt55 (3%)

Andrew Avila (2%)

Marten (1%)

Oliver (1%)

Part 2

Marten (17/10/2001)

Quickly the calculations ran through his head.

There were five guards with firearms, three bearing katanas, and twelve in a state of arming. There was three feet to the window and a twenty foot drop to his rapier. His right leg kicked back as a slug erupted from the pistol and brought down a chunk of plaster from the ceiling. He could feel the wiring running through his nervous system erupting as fire flowed through his brain.

Two steps with a grapple and his new shield grunted four times as the other officers fired. Demuel hated getting blood on his uniform, especially Li-Halan blood. There was a spin, or did he roll, recollection after the fact was always disturbing. Unfortunately, his brain ran three seconds behind his body when he was fully `turned on'. The cause of his movement lay groaning on the floor. More Li- Halan blood.

Three lightning fast steps and he was through a window. He landed in the seat of his rapier as the realization hit him that he was shot on his way out. Blood flowed over his leg and onto his seat. He would have to fix that, but first, he needed to get off the planet.

Never touch a Wheeler's French fries.