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This page is for the G.I. Joe Air Force pilot. For the Decepticon briefly known as Banshee, see Nightshade.
The name or term Guardian refers to more than one character or idea. For a list of other meanings, see Guardian (disambiguation).
Guardian
Lori Henshaw
Personal information
Real Name

Lorraine Athena Henshaw

Birthplace

Unknown

D.O.B.

Unknown

Alias(s)

Lori, Lt. Banshee, Guardian, Nova

Military information
Service branch

United States Air Force

Primary MOS

Fixed Wing Pilot

Secondary MOS

Mechanic

Rank

O-2 - 1st Lieutenant

Weapon(s)

Conquest X-30

Organizational information
Factions

G.I. Joe

Subteams

None

Accept the challenges, so that you may feel the exhilaration of victory.

A third-generation U.S. Air Force pilot, Lori Henshaw is known to be practical, analytical and methodical. She is brave, loyal and dedicated to her job and country, as well as to her family, friends and comrades. A test pilot for a classified fighter project, Lori was accepted into the ranks of G.I. Joe. Since then, she’s been through plenty: a number of combat flight missions, two near-death experiences, and being kidnapped and experimented upon by a rogue Cybertronian scientist. The last is part of what makes Lori so valuable: she now possesses two armored forms, each capable of supersonic flight and possessing an assortment of integrated alien weaponry. She recently took on the new callsign GUARDIAN for both her piloting and human-sized armored form, while her larger armored form is designated NOVA. While intelligent and resourceful, she is a woman caught between two vastly different worlds, and there’s no telling what the future may hold.

History[]

Canonical/Pre-MUX/Theme History:[]

Lorraine Athena Henshaw is a third generation Air Force pilot. Shortly after earning her officer's commission as a second lieutenant, Lori was assigned as the pilot for the Lockheed-Martin F-37 Talon project -- a project that was later discovered by the Autobots during their search for a new jet mode for their injured comrade Phoenix.

During testing, Lori was informed that she had been selected to join GI Joe -- which unfortunately meant that she wouldn't be flying the Talon project as much as before, given the nature of her new assignment. Still, however, Lori has managed to serve, if not exceptionally, at least with some distinction between her duties at the PIT and her work at Lockheed-Martin.

MUX History:[]

Banshee2008

Banshee in 2008

Since most pilots are officers, Lori was commissioned as a 2nd Lieutenant.

Lori was active in the Joes during the World-wide flooding of 2011, helping with SAR efforts around the globe.

In 2019, Lori dramatically re-appeared, defending Earth from a Decepticon blockade. She was promoted to O-2 (1st Lieutenant).

After being attacked by a Dire Wraith, she cocooned herself in the Pit brig. When Lori emerged, she revealed herself as a new human/Cybertronian/Dire Wraith hybrid and took the name Guardian.

Volunteering for a visit to Cybertron, Lori was disheartened by the Autobots' reaction to her new nature. She left Cybertron soon thereafter.

In November 2019, Guardian was part of a joint G.I. Joe-Autobot defense of the South Pole of Cybertron from a Dire Wraith invasion -- the same invasion that revealed the existence of another Dire Wraith hybrid life-form. Ripped to pieces by several Dire Wraith shock troops, she was left where she fell for several days before finally being removed to Iacon to revive her. That was the breaking point, not only in her relations with G.I. Joe, but also the Autobots; in early December 2019, Lori Henshaw resigned her commission from the US Air Force and left G.I. Joe.

For a time, Lori had been staying in the Australian outback, but she left there after a Joe ally visited her unannounced. She spent nearly six months trying to leave Earth via space station Vilnacron in 2020, only to eventually return to Earth incognito and spend another year traveling the world (making a special point to keep a very low profile).

That changed in August 2021, when Lori found herself in a Canadian town overrun by Dire Wraiths and found help in a Space Knight named Uwig; together, they cleansed the Dire Wraiths from the town, before Uwig invited her to come along with him. Boarding his ship, Lori left Earth behind and began to travel the stars with the Space Knight.

Lori and Uwig made their way to the Dark Nebula, where they discovered a series of strange sensors that led them away from the Dark Nebula, due to picking up on the Dire Wraith DNA that made up part of Lori's altered body -- a body that grew progressively stronger, although why is still a mystery. The sensor trail finally led the pair to Nebulos, where Lori has remained ever since.

In 2023, Lori was approached by Maur, who offered to help her in her fight against the Dire Wraiths.

In 2024, Lori helped defend Hi-Q's secret base from the Hive, before having to retreat before the newly revealed power of Scorponok.

OOC Notes[]

Lori's original callsign, Banshee, came about in part because of the volume she liked to listen to music while in flight... and in part because of the sounds made because of the near-unimaginable stresses she's been able to put several aircraft through during her time in the Air Force.

The switch to Guardian was Lori's choice after emerging from the cocoon in which she'd been contained because of the "infection" of Dire Wraith DNA into her human/Cybertronian hybrid form.

Logs/Posts[]

2011[]

May 08 - Medical Prognosis - Banshee[]

TO: G.I. Joe Command Staff, G.I. Joe Air Assets CO / XO

FROM: Doc Greer

SUBJECT: Medical Prognosis - Banshee

Second Lieutenant Lori Henshaw has recently awoken from her coma, the result of injuries sustained when a Cobra Night Raven's heat-seeking missiles targeted the engines of her Conquest X-30 while preparing for liftoff during Cobra's attack on Fort Hood and the Pit in August of last year. The prognosis, however, is concerning: microscopic shrapnel traces are still lodged in her chest, dangerously close to her lungs and heart. Courtesy of G.I. Jane, an electromagnet breastplate is holding the shrapnel in place, but it is rather bulky and unwieldy.

While she seems stable from a medical standpoint, there are concerns that she may have psychological trauma as a result of her near-death experience, although she is doing her best to hide it. I would suggest that Psyche-Out conduct a psychiatric evaluation as soon as possible. Regardless of those findings, I fear that further military duty will not be an option for her, and that proceedings for a medical discharge will be called for in the near future.

Currently, Lt. Henshaw is recovering at the Wilford Hall USAF Medical Center, Lackland AFB, Texas - it was the closest facility for medical treatment following the attack on Fort Hood, and given the severity of her injuries, moving her was out of the question. Her mobility is currently limited, due to the electromagnetic breastplate, but G.I. Jane has developed a specialized wheelchair that incorporates the breastplate functions. Visitors might do her some good; her family is present and supportive, but a sign of support from those she served with may help to raise her spirits during this troubled time.

Aug 04 - AAR: Northwest United States[]

<< text-only report >>

At the request of [[Scarlett]] -- [[G.I. Joe Medical|Medical]], do take it easy on her for relaying the
 message -- I took an [[V-22 Osprey|Osprey]] to coordinates marked by [[Coldshot]] for a bombing
 run. What I discovered wasn't pretty -- some Autobot spider tank looked like
 it got ripped up pretty badly, and [[Coldshot]]... well, I don't know what her
 status is. She looked very bad, though. [[Kamakura]] helped to scramble a medical
 team for retrieval -- I don't have any significant medical training, and
 without knowing how bad her injuries really are, I didn't dare try to move
 her. I'll let Medical make their own report on that.

"I did, however, wait long enough for the Autobots to retrieve their spider-tank companion -- not sure what his name was, but he claimed that he
 used to be some sort of cyborg originally before becoming an Autobot. If
 there's any more information needed, I'll try to provide it, but I didn't have
 very much to go on last night, and Coldshot was quite unresponsive in that
 regard, given her energies. Banshee out."

Aug 16 - Inland Evacuation[]

<< text-only message sent to the Pit >>

New Orleans has been mostly taken care of now -- I feel for the Big Easy, being virtually swamped twice now in about six years. I'm helping out and moving down the Texas coast as well, using an Osprey. These things are more fun than I thought they'd be -- guess I know what I'm going to seek qualification for next, most likely.

I'm still willing to come back if needed, but right now I'm working along the low-lying coastal areas and helping evacuate as best as I can -- at least the S&R aspects are done for the time being. Banshee out.

2019[]

Feb 27 - AAR: Near-Earth Orbit[]

<< text-only report >>

While out and taking some time for myself, my comm-link alerted me to Decepticons attacking the Vilnacron Station in near-orbit. Given the lack of response to the Lazy Sue’s mayday aside from Lieutenant Commander Faireborn aboard the Autobot shuttle Federation and a lone Autobot, I took it upon myself to head up and lend whatever assistance I could – which was admittedly rather minimal. If nothing else, it can now be confirmed that my armor can handle near-Earth orbit and altitudes.

The Lazy Sue was ultimately saved, mainly due to the Federation and a very large spacecraft that looked suspiciously like Spaceball-I from the movie – safe bet to say that if any Cybertronians or whatever did try to walk the length of it, they’d take so long that the movie would be over; at least there was no Dark Helmet or Colonel Sandurz or President Skroob that I saw. At any rate, the Lazy Sue was towed safely to Vilnacron Station and I returned to my normal relaxing flight. Second Lieutenant Henshaw, out.

<< a digital image of Evil Inc.'s Spaceball-I cityformer-sized ship is attached to the text file >>

May 20 - Medical Report[]

To: G.I. Joe Command Staff (Rank 7+)
From: Remedy (Greenshirt Medic)
Subject: Chrysalis Under Quarantine

“Under normal circumstances, Doc would be the one making this report, since she witnessed it first-hand, but the past ninety-six hours have been intriguing, to say the least, and she’s kept on top of it. I’ll start with what Doc told me:

“Thursday evening at 2000 hours, Doc went to check on First Lt. Lori Henshaw in the Brig, where she quarantined herself within twelve hours of the events in Medical with the alien “Joe” and “Jane” impersonators nine days previously. Doc was originally giving her the once-over, though Lt. Henshaw reported some sort of enhanced “healing”, where her wound from the alien bio-spike completely closed up and healed within thirty-six hours of it; from all indications, the “armor” Lt. Henshaw possesses is similarly repaired of all damage.

“Lt. Henshaw reported that she wasn’t consciously aware of the fact that her armor apparently uploaded the specs of Doc’s alien-detector device, and then changed the sense of detection from touch (Doc’s device) to sight. Moreover, the visual capability of the device was not limited to Lt. Henshaw’s armored form – she visually detected the true appearance of “Jane” before the impersonator shifted into its true form. Before she could explain further, Lt. Henshaw suddenly grew extremely ill, staggered from her cot to the far corner from the forcefield barrier, and began to violently retch.

“By the time Doc was able to move closer, she observed that Lt. Henshaw was apparently emitting part of the liquid-metal basis of her armored form. Strangely, however, the bio-material began to move as if it had a mind of its own, and began the process of cocooning Lt. Henshaw into a protective chrysalis. Doc’s assumption is that this is the result of the alien genetic material “infecting” Lt. Henshaw’s unique bio-mechanical systems. We have yet to closely examine the chrysalis, and R&D is apparently in an uproar because Doc has excluded them from making any first-hand analysis – this is, apparently, in response to Lt. Henshaw’s discomfort and distrust of R&D in light of the revelations concerning the “Jane” impostor.

“Medical was called in, but by the time we arrived on-scene, Lt. Henshaw was completely cocooned within the chrysalis. Doc ordered it moved to the Medical Bay – which took having to cut out portions of the wall and floor from Lt. Henshaw’s cell. The height of the chrysalis was approximately four feet tall when it arrived – apparently Lt. Henshaw was curled up in a fetal position. More than that, I can’t say because this is well outside my area of expertise.”

Nathan Brundle
Corporal, US Army

Jul 11 - Update on Lt. Henshaw[]

To: G.I. Joe Command Staff (Rank 7+)
Cc: Doc
From: Remedy (Greenshirt Medic)
Subject: Chrysalis Update

On Doc’s orders, I’ve been occasionally making my way down to the Brig, specifically to the cell from which we initially retrieved First Lt. Henshaw’s chrysalis, so we could keep an eye on it over and above the cameras within the brig cell itself. We’re entering week eight of the chrysalis, and most people would probably say there’s nothing to report. The cameras, at least, don’t pick up anything out of the ordinary.

But lately, something hasn’t felt right to me, and recent readings had me scratching my head; to confirm what I was seeing, I grabbed one of the R&D folks – I know Lt. Henshaw hasn’t trusted them, but at this point the R&D crew has been vetted and cleared via Doc’s alien-detector, so I grabbed Geekspeak and brought him with me. He’s got a primary specialty in organic chemistry, so it seemed prudent to have him come along. What we discovered is somewhat concerning.

The chrysalis started out at roughly four feet in height, due partially to its’ formation around Lt. Henshaw while she was in a fetal position, and it also incorporated the corner of the brig cell – both the wall and floor. But apparently it’s been busier than we thought, because it’s grown: the chrysalis has doubled in size in eight weeks, and from all indications it’s still growing. In addition, it seems the chrysalis is assimilating the entire corner segment that the chrysalis had originally attached to, in order to fuel this growth. It’s also spreading across the floor around the chrysalis and doing the same. The best estimates we have is that, if you took all the material Lt. Henshaw’s chrysalis has assimilated into itself, it should be larger still than it is. I can’t begin to hazard a guess as to how that’s possible, and neither can Geek.

Much as we wish we could give you all answers, Geek and I are at a loss. However, Geek did mention that Lt. Henshaw had seen both First Aid and Brainstorm from the Autobots in the initial days after she had escaped from the rogue Decepticon scientist who had kidnapped and experimented upon her eight years ago. Perhaps we should consider asking them to take a look and see what they think? Just a thought.

Nathan Brundle
Corporal, US Army

Aug 25 - Back Again[]

TO: General Hawk, Duke, Flint
CC: Doc; Command Rank (7+)

<< the camera pops on to reveal Lori Henshaw >>

“Yeah, so... I’m awake again now. I thought it was bad when Thunderwing originally kidnapped me and I was out of it for only a week; imagine my surprise to learn I’m three months or so behind the times. Last I remember, I was talking with Doc after voluntarily confining myself to the brig, and then...” Lori shrugs her shoulders. “Well, apparently I’ve been dreaming for the last three months, only to suddenly wake up to find myself near the Air Force Academy in Colorado.”

Lori straightens herself up as best as she can in the chair she’s sitting in. “If someone could tell Evac and that security squad that I’m sorry for freaking them out, I’d appreciate it. I only recall brief flashes of what happened – my systems were running in some sort of “safe mode” where it was basic fight-or-flight behavior. Cookie said I didn’t hurt anyone when I left base, which I’m thankful for. But I feel bad about scaring everyone.”

She pauses for a moment, as if to collect her thoughts, before continuing. “Right now, I’m in the bio-containment ward in the Medical Center. There’s a LOT of new things popping up in my systems, among other things, but I don’t entirely feel comfortable sharing it like this; mostly because these are the kind of things you have to see to believe. I imagine at some point the Autobots will want to take a look as well – they analyzed the original incarnation of my armor, and it’s drastically altered in both form and function. Plus, I feel like there are things I can only say and do face-to-face; this recording is not the time or place to say most of what I need to say. I will, however, say this much: I don’t want anyone from R&D around me. I have my reasons, and I’ll be happy to discuss them face-to-face. But right now, that’s my stipulation: no R&D.”

She leans back in her chair. “You need me, you know where I am.”

<< the screen abruptly goes blank >>

Nov 15 - AAR: South Pole - Cybertron[]

<< text message only >>

"Yeah, so... back about nine days ago, I accompanied General Hawk and Kamakura to the South Pole of Cybertron at the Autobots' request. Turned out, there was another of those big-bad Dire Wraiths and a bunch of shock troops, heading for some small settlement with little in the way of defenses. While the General and Kamakura took their Kodiak to defend the settlement, I tried to pitch in and help the other Cybertronians. Then some other Cybertronian came through the same portal as the Dire Wraiths -- and she showed as having a Dire Wraith with her.

"Not sure what her story is, though, because before I could determine what was going on with her, the shock troops... well, I believe Firster Aid's technical terminology was 'ripped me limb from limb'. I was apparently in five separate pieces, and then was left there for several days while different ones apparently poked and prodded me. I only recently regained consciousness to find myself in Iacon, and from what I gather, I only arrived a couple or three days ago. So... yeah. Guess that's about it."

<< text message ends >>

2022[]

September 1 - Meeting Requested[]

<< the following message is text-only, routed to both Earth and Cybertron from planet Nebulos >>
TO: Ambassadors Spike Witwicky and Crosscut
SUBJECT: Meeting Requested

This is likely a strange request to be making, but after a rather lengthy time to think things over, I find that I am in need of certain advice – what kind, exactly, I’m not comfortable saying here, for reasons I can get into when we meet, if you so desire. I will say that it is nothing illegal, at least not to my knowledge – I simply find that I need to understand a few things that I, perhaps, should have looked at in more detail in the past. Thank you both for your time.

Lorraine Athena Henshaw

2023[]

Jan 22 - Re: Meeting[]

From: Lori Henshaw At: Sun Jan 22 19:05:49 2023 (Conn)
To  : Crosscut
Subject: Re: Meeting


Crosscut,

       That would be because I'm leery of both Earth and Cybertron these days, for a number of reasons. I am, however, currently on Nebulos -- Hi-Q and the Nebulan Resistance have been kind enough to let me stay, though I typically make use of my current abilities to keep a low profile; plus, I'm in the midst of an investigation into Nebulos.
       Assuming that Nebulos doesn't freak out at the presence of Cybertronians -- I imagine not in some respects, given their Hive found some dead Decepticon bodies to control with their cyberkinetic powers before GI Joe came calling a little over a year ago -- I'm keeping pretty close to Splendora and Hi-Q's facility. I don't imagine I'll be leaving any time soon.
                                       Lori Henshaw

  • January 22 - "Another Space Knight Appears" - Lori meets a Space Knight of the Solstar Order and has a little chat.
  • July 3 - "Facing One's Demons" - While exploring the Arvassian Range in her ongoing investigation into who might be trying to lure Dire Wraiths from the Dark Nebula to Nebulos, Lori finally has a epiphany and realizes that she can't continue down the road she's been traveling the last twelve years.

August 23 - IC Messages[]

To: Doc / Psyche-Out / Spirit

<< the following video arrives at The Pit via comms signal from the Earth Stargate, addressed to Doc, Psyche-Out and Spirit; when opened, Lori Henshaw appears on the screen, outdoors on Nebulos, near Splendora >>

“Hey, gang. Hopefully, I won’t get into too much trouble for this, since I technically shouldn’t still have this frequency; we can all thank the Resistance for that. But if we’re being honest with each other, this message is LONG overdue. So, I’ll just dive right in: I’m sorry.”

<< she straightens up a bit >>

“For eight years, after all the mess with Thunderwing, the three of you kept reaching out to me, and I kept doing my damnedest to put up the brave face, pretend everything was fine when it wasn’t, because I couldn’t stand to show any weakness or vulnerability. I was a bad liar, looking back at it, and I suspect you all knew I was lying.

“Four years ago was the worst: finding out that “Jane” was a Dire Wraith impostor, the changes I went through as a result... after all that and leading up until I finally snapped and resigned my commission, I felt completely adrift. I didn’t feel like I could trust anyone anymore, and so I did the worst possible thing I could do: I shut everyone out, and I thought by leaving, I could leave everything behind, hide from it all, get a fresh start.

“It only took me the last four years to find out how wrong I was: two years trying to get away from Earth when I wasn’t traveling incognito and keeping myself as far under the radar as I could, and then two more years of gallivanting through the cosmos from Earth to the Dark Nebula, then here to Nebulos. It’s only been in the last month or so – marking the twelve-year-anniversary of “escaping” Thunderwing’s research ship, if we want to call it that – that I finally realized I couldn’t run anymore. Sometimes, the only way to move forward is to revisit the things in your past that were holding you back. You must deal with them head on, no matter how scary they may be, because once you do, you’ll see that you can go further than you ever imagined.”

<< there’s a brief pause, then a rueful smile appears on her face >>

“Yes, I just quoted Grant Gustin off The Flash. Sue me. Anyways, back on point: I realized just how insidious it can be to wallow in one’s victimhood, and what it’s cost me. I burned a lot of bridges – with you all, with General Hawk, with my family, the Autobots... I’m fairly sure the list goes on and on. Now, at least, I can recognize it.

“But that’s not all. I’m done: I’m done being the victim and letting it define me. I’m done hiding from my past. If I want to move forward, well... I’ve already faced my demons on that score. No more free rides for them. I’ve been afraid to live for too long, so now it’s time to live.

“Now, if you’re thinking I’m asking for a ride back to Earth... not yet. I came here with a Space Knight two years ago because someone’s been trying to bait Dire Wraiths from the Dark Nebula to Nebulos. I haven’t found out who it is yet, but I’m not turning back now. The last thing Nebulos – or any world, for that matter – needs is a Dire Wraith invasion; or worse, someone trying to build their own Dire Wraith army for whatever nefarious schemes they have in mind. I intend to find out who it is, and after that?”

<< another small smile appears >>

“Well, I fully intend to educate them thoroughly on the error of their ways. But I won’t be able to do that alone. Might need some help from that.

“Anyway, I think I may have rambled on enough; I still have one of these messages to make for General Hawk, and time’s a bit more fleeting here than on Earth, given the eighteen-hour days on Nebulos. I hope everyone’s well; tell everyone I said hello, if you would? Take care, gang.”

<< the image freezes on a smiling Lori, and one thing is certain – the smile is the most genuine one she’s likely had in twelve years >>


To: Hawk

<< the following video arrives at The Pit via comms signal from the Earth Stargate, addressed specifically to General Hawk; when opened, Lori Henshaw appears on the screen, outdoors on Nebulos, near Splendora >>

“Hi, General. Apologies for slipping into the bandwidth – the Resistance still has your comm frequency data on-site, and Hi-Q and the rest were nice enough to let me borrow it. I just sent a similar message like this to Doc, Psyche-Out and Spirit, but I feel like this one should be to you, and you alone. So, I’m going to start with the most difficult words I ever thought I’d say: I’m sorry.

“Like I told Doc, Psyche-Out and Spirit in their message, I’ve spent a very long time – a little over twelve years now – lying to a lot of people. I lied to my friends, I lied to my superiors, I lied a lot, and pretty badly too, I imagine. I lied when I said I was okay, that I could handle what all had happened to me. The truth is, I didn’t handle it well; I mean, sure, being shot to hell by a Cobra Night Raven who caught my Conquest out on the runway is one thing, but what happened with Thunderwing kidnapping and then experimenting on me... “escaping” from him, if we can really call it that? That was just the start.

“The worst part about it is that I wasn’t intentionally trying to lie to everyone about being okay. I tried for the longest time to believe it, but as time passed, I felt like I was becoming just another weapon in the arsenal, and not a very good weapon at that. I was a victim, but I let that define me to the point where I grew steadily more resentful and embittered over it all. What happened to me was bad enough, but then all the poking and prodding from R&D and the Autobots? I felt like a glorified lab rat.

“Mind, I’m not trying to blame everyone else: I had a starring role in how things went down, especially in the months leading up to my resignation. I should have talked to a lot of people – especially to you, Doc, Psyche-Out and Spirit – and instead I deluded myself into thinking that I should just keep it bottled up, that no one cared or would listen to anything I had to say. It’s why I was eerily quiet and kept my mouth shut when energon was an issue, back before we found out that the Coltons had been replaced by Dire Wraiths. It was why, when I did finally say something after emerging from that chrysalis from the Dire Wraith DNA, it was to put my foot down about no more R&D testing – I didn’t trust anyone at that point.

“Ultimately, what happened when I did that short volunteer stint on Cybertron, and then the Dire Wraith invasion of Cybertron’s South Pole gave me the excuse I needed. I was so weary of it all, so tired of what I thought everyone saw me as, and so incapable of trusting anyone that I finally gave up, resigned my commission, and left.

“I’ve spent twelve years running from it all: running from what Thunderwing did, what the Dire Wraiths did, everything. I burned bridges that I should never have burned. I tried to hide from my demons. And until about six weeks ago, I thought I had. But while I’ve been here on Nebulos, it’s always been lurking in the back of my mind, waiting for the next moment to strike.

“No more. No more running, no more hiding. Six weeks ago, I finally faced my demons, and woke up to the fact that I’ve wallowed in my victimhood for far too long. I’m not willing to be that person any longer. I must find my way back to being me, and while it’s a slow process, I’m working on it. Like I told the others in their message: I’ve been afraid to live for far too long. It’s time to live again.

“That being said: I don’t think I ever explained why I came to Nebulos in the first place. Short version: Uwig is the Space Knight who gave me a lift off Earth. He and I found some weird probes around the Dark Nebula, where the Dire Wraiths came from. They led us – because they were, oddly enough, responding to the Dire Wraith part of me – from the Dark Nebula to Nebulos.

“Someone’s trying to lure them here. Who it is, and why, I don’t know – not yet, anyway. I have a suspicion, but no proof to back it up, just a gut hunch. But I’m not about to back down from this. The last thing Nebulos, or any other world, needs is someone trying to build a Dire Wraith army, or worse. I plan to find out who it is and why they’re doing it, and then... well, I intend to show them the error of their ways. Probably won’t be able to do that alone; hopefully, when the time comes, I might have some friends come to help me with that.

“I think I’ve rambled on enough at this point: it’s going to be dark soon, thanks to the eighteen-hour days here on Nebulos. My apologies again, General: I’m sorry if I let you down. Take care of yourself in the meantime.”

<< she reaches to cut off the camera, then pauses for a moment >>

“Oh, one last thing before I sign off: tell Trakker that the, uh, “idle flight of fancy” of mine? I’m working on it again.”

<< a small, genuine smile, and then the image freezes – message over >>

Players[]

Lori was created and is played by darksabrz.



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