User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150714162034

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Orbit: In the control room, watching everything.

(Orbit watches from the main computer as the MCPD building is ripped from its foundation.)

Orbit: There's our missing Graviton Generator. Tch!

Freeheart: Your orders, Cap?

Orbit: You have to ask?

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Orbit: All available Power Ponies, report in! Radiance, can we count on you for support?

???: Anything that's guaranteed to relieve my memory of this disappointing display of pelvic sorcery.

Star-Lord: !!!

(Star-Lord spins around to see a most familiar face standing two feet away from him with eyes of contempt.)

Star-Lord: Gamora! You're okay!

Gamora: Indeed. My condition has more or less passed, and considering I've found you here of all places, I see you were really broken up about it.

Star-Lord: Hey, that's not fair. I was worried sick about you, but Flashfire assured me you'd recover on your own.

Gamora: Hmph.

(With magical staff at the ready, Pharaoh Phetlock stands watch outside Shadowmane's bunker, using the nearby trees for cover.)