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So a little more about this. This is a work in progress about one point of view on a few Alt. historic events. It is mostly fiction. Some of the names have been changed or the places altered to protect the innocent or to not further annoy the guilty. Any opinions expressed here solely mine and don't represent much of anything other than that.  I'll likely edit this more over time into a coherent story or group of stories. I know this timeline and the events don't reflect some people RP canon. That's fine.


  Hotel Gearhaven Pre-Attack

 Gearhaven Hanger over Port

 Not who you think.


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