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Who: Falcon, Olimar
What: Hocotate Freight doesn't deliver parts for spaceships no more so Oly and Flacon gotta go pick them up.
When: Weekend of January 16th!
Where: Hococococococochocolatte.
Rating: PG-13 for giant Falcon in a spacesuit rampaging through the streets and stepping on houses.
Since recovering the S.S. Dolphin last fall, Falcon had managed to procure a good deal of the parts needed to get the craft up and running once again. Some, but not all. As a Hocotatian vessel, there were just certain items that could not be purchased on an earthly setting. If the two captains wanted to make the ship flyable, they'd have to go buy things straight from the source.
And that meant weekend trip. To a land of no atmosphere and abundant desert. Needless to say, it was not one of Falcon's favorite places. But he could suck it up and deal. It was only a "go in, pick up the parts, pay for said parts, and jet" trip anyway. No, he was mostly apprehensive about the fact that he was probably about as tall as the houses on this planet.
He had to admit, though. It might be cool to be Godzilla.
Falcon and Olimar had been aboard the Flyer for most of the day now, but an obnoxious beeping from the onboard computer alerted him to the proximity of a planet. He sat up and made his way to the helm, flicking a few switches and taking his place in the pilot's chair. "Almost there, Ollie."
What: Hocotate Freight doesn't deliver parts for spaceships no more so Oly and Flacon gotta go pick them up.
When: Weekend of January 16th!
Where: Hococococococochocolatte.
Rating: PG-13 for giant Falcon in a spacesuit rampaging through the streets and stepping on houses.
Since recovering the S.S. Dolphin last fall, Falcon had managed to procure a good deal of the parts needed to get the craft up and running once again. Some, but not all. As a Hocotatian vessel, there were just certain items that could not be purchased on an earthly setting. If the two captains wanted to make the ship flyable, they'd have to go buy things straight from the source.
And that meant weekend trip. To a land of no atmosphere and abundant desert. Needless to say, it was not one of Falcon's favorite places. But he could suck it up and deal. It was only a "go in, pick up the parts, pay for said parts, and jet" trip anyway. No, he was mostly apprehensive about the fact that he was probably about as tall as the houses on this planet.
He had to admit, though. It might be cool to be Godzilla.
Falcon and Olimar had been aboard the Flyer for most of the day now, but an obnoxious beeping from the onboard computer alerted him to the proximity of a planet. He sat up and made his way to the helm, flicking a few switches and taking his place in the pilot's chair. "Almost there, Ollie."