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STATUS: Alternatively - and now, hear me out - one could avoid looking up photos of such eldritch horrors ... maybe? 9 mos ago- Last Seen: 9 mos ago
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Alternatively - and now, hear me out - one could avoid looking up photos of such eldritch horrors ... maybe?
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Back for my bi-yearly visit. Now where did I leave that thingy-ma-jig? Anyone seen that mish-masher? I think it looks like motivation or something!
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I now identify as a Master Procrastinator. Thank you all, and good night.
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New medical term: Dizzy mummy (condition of patient when world is spinning and only treatment is confinement to bed). I hate being sick...
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@Vampiretwilight: Funny indeed. Now to make it into a roleplay here...let the madness and sassy Narrator commence.
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I'm a little stuck on how to proceed with my post, mind if I ask for some help?
No one had taken special notice of Doran as his ship landed in a hangar on Utapau, and why should they? For the coming days, he would only be known as Mr. Bild, private shipping contractor from Tatooine. His ship had been constructed on Tatooine years ago, his accent and use of words made him sound like he was from the desert planet, even his clothes had been signs of desert winds tearing the clothes. It was a perfect disguise, just as perfect as the ISB could provide.
Doran walked into the Silica Tab HQ and headed straight for the reception. A female Pau'an greeted Doran as he patiently waited for her to take notice of him behind what he recognized as paperwork.
-"Yes, what can I help you with, Sir?"
"I have a meeting with your CEO, Garnay Fey. It'll be under Mr. Bild from Hugon-Transports."
-"Let me see...Yes that seems right. Just take the pathway to your left."
Doran nodded politely to the receptionist before walking past her, headed towards the office of his target. Point two of his plan, nearly complete; locate Garnak Fey and gain his trust. And after that, not too many points would follow.
He entered what appeared to be a waiting room, where a finely dressed woman sat waiting and a repairman repaired a ceiling lamp. Duran ignored them and sat down opposite of the woman, watching the door to see when Fey would come out. In the corner of his eye, he saw the repairman tilt his head to the woman for an unknown reason. It felt out of place, but he knew better than to raise suspicion reacting to it. He sat still and straightened his shirt, awaiting Fey's arrival.
Once he did, Fey instantly went over to the woman sitting opposite of him, asking her if she'd like a tour of the facility. This wasn't part of the plan, Doran was supposed to have a meeting with him, not for Fey to talk with this woman. But he knew that plans were always changing, so he simply stood up and approached the couple.
"Pardon me, but I think there must have been a mistake in my schedule. I was supposed to have a meeting with you, Mr. Fey. Oh, where are my manners? I'm Mr. Bild, Hugon Transports." He said with a calm voice, raising his hand for Fey to shake it. At the same time, his eyes fell upon the woman. She was quite attractive, but non the less a hinder in his plans. "But that meeting can be held at a later time, I'm sure you and the madam have urgent business to attend to."
Doran walked into the Silica Tab HQ and headed straight for the reception. A female Pau'an greeted Doran as he patiently waited for her to take notice of him behind what he recognized as paperwork.
-"Yes, what can I help you with, Sir?"
"I have a meeting with your CEO, Garnay Fey. It'll be under Mr. Bild from Hugon-Transports."
-"Let me see...Yes that seems right. Just take the pathway to your left."
Doran nodded politely to the receptionist before walking past her, headed towards the office of his target. Point two of his plan, nearly complete; locate Garnak Fey and gain his trust. And after that, not too many points would follow.
He entered what appeared to be a waiting room, where a finely dressed woman sat waiting and a repairman repaired a ceiling lamp. Duran ignored them and sat down opposite of the woman, watching the door to see when Fey would come out. In the corner of his eye, he saw the repairman tilt his head to the woman for an unknown reason. It felt out of place, but he knew better than to raise suspicion reacting to it. He sat still and straightened his shirt, awaiting Fey's arrival.
Once he did, Fey instantly went over to the woman sitting opposite of him, asking her if she'd like a tour of the facility. This wasn't part of the plan, Doran was supposed to have a meeting with him, not for Fey to talk with this woman. But he knew that plans were always changing, so he simply stood up and approached the couple.
"Pardon me, but I think there must have been a mistake in my schedule. I was supposed to have a meeting with you, Mr. Fey. Oh, where are my manners? I'm Mr. Bild, Hugon Transports." He said with a calm voice, raising his hand for Fey to shake it. At the same time, his eyes fell upon the woman. She was quite attractive, but non the less a hinder in his plans. "But that meeting can be held at a later time, I'm sure you and the madam have urgent business to attend to."
Stürm Adler chuckled as Swordfish warned him of the pressure, but as soon the torpedo launched forward, he felt himself holding onto the torpedo a bit harder. The pressure of the sea squeezed him and his armour ever so slightly, but his training and now nerves of steel, kept him sane as they made their way underneath the Atlantic Ocean. The constant pressure reminded him of Moscow, the constant pounding of artillery, tank fire, grenades and infantry, and the demolition of the Kremlin right underneath his feet, it felt the same. "Let's hope this will be the first of few endeavours underneath the sea, I'd rather be a tank than a torpedo.
He turned his head to see what Swordfish was talking about, and looked down at the liquid rock which spewed out of the bottom. "They'll be wishing they'd been here years earlier, when the Atlantic Ocean won't be littered with Allied ships. I'm not a praying man, but I'll be damned if that isn't the gate to Hell." He said over the comms to her. He hoped that they weren't too far from their LZ, or whatever one could call a LZ when coming from the ocean.
Soon the torpedoes reached what Swordfish had told Stürm Adler were their entry-point. The torpedoes slowed their movement until they reached a complete stop, marking the final station for their trusted underwater transport. Stürm Adler did his best to get off the torpedo, his armour more clunky that it usually was, even for his now years in use. "Jawhol, Swordfish. Ready to raise hell on Earth, meine Frau?"
He turned his head to see what Swordfish was talking about, and looked down at the liquid rock which spewed out of the bottom. "They'll be wishing they'd been here years earlier, when the Atlantic Ocean won't be littered with Allied ships. I'm not a praying man, but I'll be damned if that isn't the gate to Hell." He said over the comms to her. He hoped that they weren't too far from their LZ, or whatever one could call a LZ when coming from the ocean.
Soon the torpedoes reached what Swordfish had told Stürm Adler were their entry-point. The torpedoes slowed their movement until they reached a complete stop, marking the final station for their trusted underwater transport. Stürm Adler did his best to get off the torpedo, his armour more clunky that it usually was, even for his now years in use. "Jawhol, Swordfish. Ready to raise hell on Earth, meine Frau?"
Okay, looking forward to reading it :)
I'll try to not think of you as one, but as you already know I am not a walking encyclopaedia about the Star Wars universe.
I just realized I'm going to be able to stab everyone in their legs, they're so much taller then me :P Go haflings!
There, changed Doran's superior to Colonel Wullf Yularen. Better?
Only heard of them through Star Wars: The Old Republic. I'll do some reading and try to find something appropriate.
Rewrite my post then? And if so, who is to take his place?
Is the post approved? :)
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