You follow the hall and find yourself in an airy, echoey room. This must be the briefing room? There are silver blob-chairs in little rows facing the west wall (which sports a few dozen charts, plaques and a blackboard), the other walls are completely windowed, overlooking a vast runway and another large building you reason is the hangar. Shining in the sun, up in the sky, is a very distant looking floating thing. Wait...maybe that's the hangar? You shrug. Whatever. You wander around. No one is home right now, and you take the time to draw a smiley face on the blackboard. Next to the board you see a few charts and browse over them. Hmm... they seem to be divided into four different charts, labeled "Silver", "Gold", "Diamond", and "Obsidian." "What the heck does that stand for?" You wonder. On your meander around the room, you also find a golden plaque mounted on a brown slate of stone: To both sides and the top and bottom on the wall are scrawls of writing, you can barely make out "Love always, Trixxy", "Three cheers to Cyr","Strype-I'll take good care of Vertigo. No worries, VR" and seemingly hundreds of other messages. You also make out a somewhat legible paragraph- "Live and let die - to the wings who made the change. Treasure their memory, uphold their goals, preserve their ambitions. For to die is not to dissapear, merely to become invisible, and as long as you remember the legend is never lost. Every life is a candle burning, and although their departure leaves our world a little darker, it only serves to help us value the light we still have. --Coffee--" Geeze. You didn't even know these people, and already you realize the absolute empathy they felt for eachother. Whoa. You back away from the wall and head back to the main office.

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