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Excommunicado looked up, as he did 19 years ago, at the black stone walls of his fortress in Gorgoroth. The spires still stood tall, torches unlit as of yet, his banner still lowered.
The great black doors creaked open, and whispers spread like wildfire through the city of few living.
Wasting no time, Excommunicado boarded the Athens and set the launch in order.
The roof tore asunder revealing a deep blue sky, littered with clouds.
"Saulioc"
At this command, the ship burst to life, light enveloping the cabin, fusion core slowly illuminating.
The room pulsed and rippled as the Athens effortlessly tore towards the sky, leaving a bright blue ion trail in its wake.
Excommunicado narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists, enduring the tense moments before battle.
"Ready the hangars. They will feel the wrath of my mobile fleet."
[Edited on 7/28/2004 5:39:33 PM]