https://leigh-co.com/minecraft/wiki/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=Book_of_NamesBook of Names - Revision history2026-04-13T16:03:17ZRevision history for this page on the wikiMediaWiki 1.43.0https://leigh-co.com/minecraft/wiki/index.php?title=Book_of_Names&diff=8614&oldid=prevAleigh at 18:34, 10 November 20222022-11-10T18:34:19Z<p></p>
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</table>Aleighhttps://leigh-co.com/minecraft/wiki/index.php?title=Book_of_Names&diff=747&oldid=prevAleigh at 03:09, 4 September 20212021-09-04T03:09:00Z<p></p>
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</table>Aleighhttps://leigh-co.com/minecraft/wiki/index.php?title=Book_of_Names&diff=732&oldid=prevAleigh at 00:43, 4 September 20212021-09-04T00:43:42Z<p></p>
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</table>Aleighhttps://leigh-co.com/minecraft/wiki/index.php?title=Book_of_Names&diff=719&oldid=prev10.52.3.98 at 23:00, 3 September 20212021-09-03T23:00:14Z<p></p>
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</table>Aleighhttps://leigh-co.com/minecraft/wiki/index.php?title=Book_of_Names&diff=706&oldid=prevAleigh at 15:52, 3 September 20212021-09-03T15:52:42Z<p></p>
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</table>Aleighhttps://leigh-co.com/minecraft/wiki/index.php?title=Book_of_Names&diff=705&oldid=prevAleigh at 15:52, 3 September 20212021-09-03T15:52:29Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"With Xavier gone, we need you to step up Elise. The official announcement is tomorrow, but I wanted you to know now. You're getting the slot. You'll be flying the other <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">XV</del>-91 test article by next week. I know Xavier's death was a setback, but they'll get it right. This is how it goes sometimes" she heard him saying, but he was speaking slowly, like he was under water. Or she was. Elise shook her head, tried to focus. How it goes sometimes. How we get killed, he meant.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"With Xavier gone, we need you to step up Elise. The official announcement is tomorrow, but I wanted you to know now. You're getting the slot. You'll be flying the other <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">VF</ins>-91 test article by next week. I know Xavier's death was a setback, but they'll get it right. This is how it goes sometimes" she heard him saying, but he was speaking slowly, like he was under water. Or she was. Elise shook her head, tried to focus. How it goes sometimes. How we get killed, he meant.</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>A crack suddenly, rifles over the coffin. There wasn't anything in it. After Xavier had put the prototype Valkyrie into the ground at better than a thousand kilometers an hour, there wasn't anything to bury. The <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">XF</del>-91 program was prestigious, the first [[LEIGH&CO]] aircraft that could make orbit unassisted. Or was it a spacecraft. Elise thought of herself as a pilot, not an astronaut, but that's what they were talking about weren't they. Going back to space, as if that hadn't nearly killed them all the first time around, getting to this planet.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>A crack suddenly, rifles over the coffin. There wasn't anything in it. After Xavier had put the prototype Valkyrie into the ground at better than a thousand kilometers an hour, there wasn't anything to bury. The <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">VF</ins>-91 program was prestigious, the first [[LEIGH&CO]] aircraft that could make orbit unassisted. Or was it a spacecraft. Elise thought of herself as a pilot, not an astronaut, but that's what they were talking about weren't they. Going back to space, as if that hadn't nearly killed them all the first time around, getting to this planet.</div></td></tr>
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</table>Aleighhttps://leigh-co.com/minecraft/wiki/index.php?title=Book_of_Names&diff=704&oldid=prevAleigh at 15:52, 3 September 20212021-09-03T15:52:16Z<p></p>
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