Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31232700-20160222024938/@comment-31232700-20160224022047

MRD inhales deeply, looks at the shorter three, and drops Harley to the ground.

MRD: Well, fencesitters or not, as soon as I get back up there?

MRD points to the heavens, implying Homeworld.

MRD: You're all coming up with me. As prisoners.