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Akoni had never reached the guest in the Citadel, much to his irritation. A telepathic message had found its way into his head, a little magic trick he had taught to many hunters in the DHO before his retirement. A specific command that would deliver information to him, no matter where he was, in case the organization ever had need of him in the future. The message came from one of the higher ups, stating that they had an important mission for Akoni that couldn't be trusted to anybody else. The old mage sighed, weary, but changed course to be transported back to earth.
Upon his return, the details were given. There was some strange goings-on in an old church that they felt a strong desire to investigate. His eldritch knowledge, combined with his strong mental resistances, made him the ideal candidate to go on such an excursion, and unlike all the previous missions they had tried to pass off on him he no longer had the excuse of "I'm retired." The impending apocalypse had a way of wiping clean such concerns. Begrudgingly, the old mage accepted, and the Charred Council even gave their blessing (or what passed as such, at any rate) so long as be brought the information back to them. When every major faction was attempting to play Armageddon to their benefit, it was best not to be caught off guard, to know all the pieces of the puzzle as it were. With their permission, Akoni was off to investigate.
Apparently there had been reports of some sort of order or cult claiming to ascend to angelhood. Most would probably laugh off these reports, but Akoni knew better. There was precedent, after all. It wasn't so long ago that the Son of Sparda had taken on the misguided Order of the Sword and their evil patriarch. The reports showed that the members believed they were ascending, when the reality of the situation was that they were being turned into demons. Judging by what he had seen of Mary, they hadn't quite stopped, but the Order was in a much better state with the new leadership.
Then of course was the Lumen Sages, a group entirely built around the worship and ascension of angelhood. Ok, so it worked out a little differently from that, but the idea was there. Blessed with holy powers and the ability to summon angels for assistance, they are under contract to battle demons until they die, upon which their souls ascend to the Laguna, who feed on said souls to strengthen the Hierarchy and create new angels. The devil was in the details, but the general idea of "ascension" was still there, though Akoni considered it more of a curse.
Upon his arrival, the location did not immediately give itself away as a bastion for the Order of the Sword nor the Sages, but the old mage knew not to discount the possibility right off. More likely something else entirely was going on here, so he had to keep an open mind, but to discard known precedent could prove lethal. The cathedral did not immediately jump out as special to him, but a great deal of research may yet be required. Rather than focus on one location immediately, he decided to get the lay of the land, explore the surrounding area, to make sure that it was safe and secured. Plus sometimes the best way to get answers was simply to ask. Akoni could see through most lies, the benefits of being such an experience wizard even if most of his powers were out of practice. He set about exploring the grounds.
Within minutes the old man felt a chill in his bones, a different kind than the usual aching of his arthritis. The day had been bright, but darkness loomed overhead. A thick fog smelling of ash and flame now surrounded him. A bit agitated, he cast a minor spell to fashion a small bubble of oxygen around his nose and mouth with the purpose of keeping the fog from entering his respiratory system. A small precaution against an unknown force.
A few minutes later Akoni spotted three figures in the distance, hidden amidst the fog. He approached, slowly and cautiously, so as not to give any indication that he was dangerous. Once he had gotten close enough, the old man couldn't help but groan aloud. "Silas." The Sage was in the presence of two others. One appeared to be young boy of white hair and a calm, serene attitude. Akoni could feel the aura of this boy's presence to know he was not a boy at all. With a small blue glow of his eyes Akoni took in the not-child's name: Kushiel. He turned his attention to the other, a woman in a white dress with long red hair. Another flash of blue and he knew her identity as well.
"Greetings Fiametta. Archangel Kushiel." Akoni ignored Silas in favor of introducing himself to the two strangers. "My name is Akoni. I'm here under the authority of the DHO to investigate..." He glanced down at the charred, blackened bodies of the creatures that had been recently slain. "Probably those things."
Upon his return, the details were given. There was some strange goings-on in an old church that they felt a strong desire to investigate. His eldritch knowledge, combined with his strong mental resistances, made him the ideal candidate to go on such an excursion, and unlike all the previous missions they had tried to pass off on him he no longer had the excuse of "I'm retired." The impending apocalypse had a way of wiping clean such concerns. Begrudgingly, the old mage accepted, and the Charred Council even gave their blessing (or what passed as such, at any rate) so long as be brought the information back to them. When every major faction was attempting to play Armageddon to their benefit, it was best not to be caught off guard, to know all the pieces of the puzzle as it were. With their permission, Akoni was off to investigate.
Apparently there had been reports of some sort of order or cult claiming to ascend to angelhood. Most would probably laugh off these reports, but Akoni knew better. There was precedent, after all. It wasn't so long ago that the Son of Sparda had taken on the misguided Order of the Sword and their evil patriarch. The reports showed that the members believed they were ascending, when the reality of the situation was that they were being turned into demons. Judging by what he had seen of Mary, they hadn't quite stopped, but the Order was in a much better state with the new leadership.
Then of course was the Lumen Sages, a group entirely built around the worship and ascension of angelhood. Ok, so it worked out a little differently from that, but the idea was there. Blessed with holy powers and the ability to summon angels for assistance, they are under contract to battle demons until they die, upon which their souls ascend to the Laguna, who feed on said souls to strengthen the Hierarchy and create new angels. The devil was in the details, but the general idea of "ascension" was still there, though Akoni considered it more of a curse.
Upon his arrival, the location did not immediately give itself away as a bastion for the Order of the Sword nor the Sages, but the old mage knew not to discount the possibility right off. More likely something else entirely was going on here, so he had to keep an open mind, but to discard known precedent could prove lethal. The cathedral did not immediately jump out as special to him, but a great deal of research may yet be required. Rather than focus on one location immediately, he decided to get the lay of the land, explore the surrounding area, to make sure that it was safe and secured. Plus sometimes the best way to get answers was simply to ask. Akoni could see through most lies, the benefits of being such an experience wizard even if most of his powers were out of practice. He set about exploring the grounds.
Within minutes the old man felt a chill in his bones, a different kind than the usual aching of his arthritis. The day had been bright, but darkness loomed overhead. A thick fog smelling of ash and flame now surrounded him. A bit agitated, he cast a minor spell to fashion a small bubble of oxygen around his nose and mouth with the purpose of keeping the fog from entering his respiratory system. A small precaution against an unknown force.
A few minutes later Akoni spotted three figures in the distance, hidden amidst the fog. He approached, slowly and cautiously, so as not to give any indication that he was dangerous. Once he had gotten close enough, the old man couldn't help but groan aloud. "Silas." The Sage was in the presence of two others. One appeared to be young boy of white hair and a calm, serene attitude. Akoni could feel the aura of this boy's presence to know he was not a boy at all. With a small blue glow of his eyes Akoni took in the not-child's name: Kushiel. He turned his attention to the other, a woman in a white dress with long red hair. Another flash of blue and he knew her identity as well.
"Greetings Fiametta. Archangel Kushiel." Akoni ignored Silas in favor of introducing himself to the two strangers. "My name is Akoni. I'm here under the authority of the DHO to investigate..." He glanced down at the charred, blackened bodies of the creatures that had been recently slain. "Probably those things."
Gaige returned Scout's gesture of finger guns, with an added "pew pew" for effect. It was all in good fun. Didn't mean she believed his blatantly obvious lies, especially when he tried to get the horses to move by shouting "Mush!" The teen girl just shook her head in response, giggling slightly. Then her attention was stolen by Terra, Green-Hair, freaking out over the things that Hildy had said. Gaige's eyes opened wide as Terra created fire and appeared to be getting paranoid, potentially violent. In an instant time slowed down as her incredible brain went to work. What would the others do in this situation?
Krieg would have lunged at Terra in an attempt to skin her face, probably yelling something about poop. Not helpful.
Salvador would want to get in on it. Not helpful.
Axton? He'd be laughing his ass off. Not helpful.
Zer0 would be... Actually, what would Zer0 do? That guy was a total mystery and made no sense whatsoever.
That just left Maya. She'd probably phaselock Terra to put her in time out until she cooled down. No good, Gaige wasn't a siren, so reality bending powers were off the table. Dammit, if only Deathtrap weren't offline, she could digistruct him between the two and force Terra to sit it out! Wait, there was some inspiration there. Not DT, but Maya. Gaige didn't have siren powers, but there was something she could do in the situation.
Bang!
A bullet hit the ground near Terra's foot, close enough to get the woman's attention, but not close enough to hurt her. Gaige held her Jakob's revolver in hand, then released the weapon, allowing it to be broken down into digital code and stored away again.
"Calm your tits, jeez. So he's saying things that sound familiar but don't make any sense, big whoop! I thought we already established that there's been some kind of time travel or parallel dimension shenanigans going on here, or did you miss that? If he makes sense but feels wrong, it's only because he's from a potential future, or a similar but not identical world. So get ahold of yourself and let's figure out just what the fuck is going on here and how we can get back home, alright?" She narrowed her eyes on Terra from atop the horse she had climbed up on. There wasn't any verbal threat, but the meaning was clear. Gaige may be young, but if anybody in the group proved to be a danger to the others, she would not hesitate to put a bullet between their eyes. God, how did I end up the voice of reason?
@Prince of Seraphs@Scarifar@Happy Go Lucky
Krieg would have lunged at Terra in an attempt to skin her face, probably yelling something about poop. Not helpful.
Salvador would want to get in on it. Not helpful.
Axton? He'd be laughing his ass off. Not helpful.
Zer0 would be... Actually, what would Zer0 do? That guy was a total mystery and made no sense whatsoever.
That just left Maya. She'd probably phaselock Terra to put her in time out until she cooled down. No good, Gaige wasn't a siren, so reality bending powers were off the table. Dammit, if only Deathtrap weren't offline, she could digistruct him between the two and force Terra to sit it out! Wait, there was some inspiration there. Not DT, but Maya. Gaige didn't have siren powers, but there was something she could do in the situation.
Bang!
A bullet hit the ground near Terra's foot, close enough to get the woman's attention, but not close enough to hurt her. Gaige held her Jakob's revolver in hand, then released the weapon, allowing it to be broken down into digital code and stored away again.
"Calm your tits, jeez. So he's saying things that sound familiar but don't make any sense, big whoop! I thought we already established that there's been some kind of time travel or parallel dimension shenanigans going on here, or did you miss that? If he makes sense but feels wrong, it's only because he's from a potential future, or a similar but not identical world. So get ahold of yourself and let's figure out just what the fuck is going on here and how we can get back home, alright?" She narrowed her eyes on Terra from atop the horse she had climbed up on. There wasn't any verbal threat, but the meaning was clear. Gaige may be young, but if anybody in the group proved to be a danger to the others, she would not hesitate to put a bullet between their eyes. God, how did I end up the voice of reason?
@Prince of Seraphs@Scarifar@Happy Go Lucky
I'm loving everyone's individual strategy for this initial encounter, dealing with having the knowledge that they're on a warship capable of destroying planets.
Bondi: Let's play!
Zhou: Take me to your leader!
Bruno: Axe!
Benny: WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO MY WORLD?!
Bondi: Let's play!
Zhou: Take me to your leader!
Bruno: Axe!
Benny: WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO MY WORLD?!
Update up boiz
Prepare for Bloodborne those who are in Soul Sacrifice.
I have absolutely no idea what that means.
So just to be clear, Akoni isn't on this mission for Council business, he's on it for DHO business, and the Council just happen to be cool with it? If that's the case, then how was that mission communicated to him across dimensions?
Dawn's first light shone across the vast open sea, that first morning light peeking over the horizon and into the sea foam mist in just that perfect way as to brilliantly illuminate the surface of the water in a myriad of colors. Bright, vibrant, and numerous, but it was how the foamy fog gave the light a certain feel of the ethereal that was truly enchanting. At least, that's what captain Razortalon thought. The aven officer stood at the front of his vessel's command bridge, the Outreach, enjoying the only pleasure he still got out of his job. Twenty years working in the Bellenar League's fleet of trade ships didn't get him much. Sure, he had a vessel of his own, but was it really? The League officially owned it, and he had to answer for just about every decision he made when she was in the air. Requisitioning maintenance parts was a pain, the crew disrespected him constantly, and now? Now he had to deal with the guests. When Razortalon was informed that he'd be promoted to captain and get a ship of his own, nothing in his twenty years of working trade boats, making connections with Viragraf ports, greasing palms, fixing mechanical problems, fighting off Raldoran scum, and general bravery could have led him to believe, or be prepared, for what came next.
The Outreach was not just the standard trading airship that you'll see in every Bellenar port. It doubled as a luxury cruiseline. In between trade ports Razortalon dealt with the most incessant and irritating, not to mention baffling, complaints he had ever heard in his life. What constituted as a "captain's emergency" had undeniably changed since his last ship. Now the only single solitary comfort he took in this draining position was in the ocean's Morning Beauty.
"Captain!" called out one of the crew members, a young human woman in a stewards uniform. Razortalon gave a small sigh of exasperation, paused to enjoy the sight just a bit longer, then turned to face his demons.
"Yes?" he asked, his voice steady.
"There's been an incident with one of the guests, and he'd like you to see him," she reported. Of course there was an incident, the captain thought to himself. Razortalon noted the tone she used, as though she were playing messenger for another side. Peculiar.
"Send him to my quarters." The senior aven couldn't suppress his sigh.
"Um, the thing is, sir," she began, stammering. Razortalon raised an eyebrow toward her strange behavior, but urged her to continue. "He said that he wanted you to see him. Sir," She added, hastily.
The captain couldn't handle how taken aback he was at such an incredulous demand. He blinked for a moment, unsure of what to say or how to proceed. The young crewman took his silence as encouragement to continue.
"It's the VIP guest, sir. The one staying in our luxury suite." She thought she was being helpful. The captain would have preferred she jump out the window. Or better yet, he could jump out the window. At least he had wings, then she could be captain.
"Dismissed." He spoke curtly and suddenly. The young woman nodded, then turned and left the bridge. Once she had made her exit, captain Razortalon scratched where his beak met the flesh of his face, then adjusted his naval cap. Hoo boy, this was going to be one of those days, wasn't it? The bird man addressed his pilots with a simple, "As you were," and left the bridge himself.
The journey to the luxury suite was one that seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, while simultaneously never ending. The captain mulled through his own mind as he walked (or flew, in the case of heading up one floor at a point). He did his best to prepare for this VIP guest of theirs. He couldn't think of any before that had given such a direct and demanding disrespect to his authority, but he had dealt with the kind before. Sure, it would be a pain in his tail feathers. Sure, he'd rather be anywhere else, doing anything else. He was the captain though. Twenty years of experience couldn't fail him now. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't actually met this passenger. They had picked him up back on Fellview Rock, if he remembered the reports correctly, and since then the man had paid for his time aboard in gold coins the crew had never seen before. He had meals brought to his suite, but never stepped outside, never issued a complaint, never interacted with anyone at all as far as the captain could remember. Now that he thought about it, just what could have gotten this incredibly reclusive guest so upset that he demanded the captain himself come in person?
Razortalon snapped back to reality once he stopped in front of the door to the luxury suite. Having been so lost in thought, his mind racing, that's why time had felt to stretch out. Now that he was here it was as though everything he had experienced snapped back into place, condensing even into a much smaller increment. The senior aven officer shook his head, forced himself to ignore the pit in his stomach, and knocked on the door.
"Proceed," answered a baritone voice, a bit gravelly with just the slightest hint of a rasp. The captain did exactly that.
The lights inside the room were completely dark. It wasn't just that they had been turned off, the feeling was much more potent than that. Darkness covered the windows where even natural light should have been trickling in. It was as though the aven had stepped into a realm of pure shadow. He suppressed an uneasy shiver and, going from memory, reached for where he knew the light switch to be, but was interrupted.
"There is no point," spoke the voice from somewhere in the middle of the room. "You have lost your light. It is not so easy to fix as the flip of a switch."
The captain felt more than a little creeped out, for multiple reasons. How had the guest known he was reaching for the lights? What did he mean that Razortalon had lost his light? Why keep them engulfed in this darkness? Clearly their VIP was a mage of some manner. Razortalon disliked and instinctively distrusted mages. Stubbornly, he flipped the switch. No lights came on.
"You would do well to refine your listening, Captain." That tone was so condescending it infuriated him. A second later and the door closed shut, having moved entirely on its own.
"What's the purpose of keeping us in this shroud?" Razortalon inquired, the hostility clear in his voice. "You trying to ambush me?"
"We are not in a shroud," the voice answered. "You are merely lost. You have been for some time now. As to your other question, no. It would be terrible manners to assault my most gracious host. Especially when your crew has been so providing."
This guy was seriously creepy. It was as though he were trying to ruffle the captain's feathers, and he did not like it one bit! Still, it wasn't like there was anything that he could actually do about it. The guest hadn't, to the best of the aven's knowledge, done anything wrong. "I was informed there was an incident you wanted to see me about?"
"No. There was an incident that I wanted you to see me about. The distinction is subtle, but crucially important." There was that condescending tone again. It's like this guy felt as though he were born better, more important. "You have a traitor on board, Captain. A spy for the Church of Escolan."
That immediately grabbed the aven's attention. "How do you kn-"
"It is poor taste for a host to interrupt his guest, Captain," the voice interjected, cutting him off. "I have seen him at night, during the graveyard shift. He sends long distance communication to his superiors. An aven mechanic named Featherweight."
Captain Razorclaw rearranged his expression, finding it difficult to choose his appearance from confusion, anger, surprise, and disbelief. The end result was some mix between them all, a fluid and ever changing mask of emotional turmoil. "Where? And how? By all reports, nobody has ever seen you leave your room! What kind of proof do you have that one of my crew is a spy?"
Go to your cargo hold and inspect crate 34C. You'll find supplies have gone missing. That's because Featherweight took them and has been passing them along to his Escolan handlers in the ports you've stopped at. Keep an eye on him when we land next. I'm sure you'll see everything you need yourself."
The captain wasn't sure what to make of that. He tried to think of the correct response, but could not find the words before his guest spoke up again. "I offer you a tip for your services. You are dismissed, Captain."
A single gold coin flew through the air toward Razortalon, which he caught. This surprised him, not because he lacked the dexterity to catch a coin, but because he could see the piece of gold. He could see it, plain as day in this room of sheer blackness. The door behind him opened up once again, and the captain excused himself, slinking out into the light and shutting the door behind him. He took a moment to compose himself, gave a weary sigh, then looked at the coin he had been provided. The thing was unusual. Thicker than most currency he had become familiar with in his decades aboard trade ships, with better overall quality. On both sides the coin had some kind of artistic design that resembled the sun. The aven captain scoffed, then pocketed the piece of gold.
"Why do I get stuck transporting the freaks?"
The Outreach was not just the standard trading airship that you'll see in every Bellenar port. It doubled as a luxury cruiseline. In between trade ports Razortalon dealt with the most incessant and irritating, not to mention baffling, complaints he had ever heard in his life. What constituted as a "captain's emergency" had undeniably changed since his last ship. Now the only single solitary comfort he took in this draining position was in the ocean's Morning Beauty.
"Captain!" called out one of the crew members, a young human woman in a stewards uniform. Razortalon gave a small sigh of exasperation, paused to enjoy the sight just a bit longer, then turned to face his demons.
"Yes?" he asked, his voice steady.
"There's been an incident with one of the guests, and he'd like you to see him," she reported. Of course there was an incident, the captain thought to himself. Razortalon noted the tone she used, as though she were playing messenger for another side. Peculiar.
"Send him to my quarters." The senior aven couldn't suppress his sigh.
"Um, the thing is, sir," she began, stammering. Razortalon raised an eyebrow toward her strange behavior, but urged her to continue. "He said that he wanted you to see him. Sir," She added, hastily.
The captain couldn't handle how taken aback he was at such an incredulous demand. He blinked for a moment, unsure of what to say or how to proceed. The young crewman took his silence as encouragement to continue.
"It's the VIP guest, sir. The one staying in our luxury suite." She thought she was being helpful. The captain would have preferred she jump out the window. Or better yet, he could jump out the window. At least he had wings, then she could be captain.
"Dismissed." He spoke curtly and suddenly. The young woman nodded, then turned and left the bridge. Once she had made her exit, captain Razortalon scratched where his beak met the flesh of his face, then adjusted his naval cap. Hoo boy, this was going to be one of those days, wasn't it? The bird man addressed his pilots with a simple, "As you were," and left the bridge himself.
The journey to the luxury suite was one that seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, while simultaneously never ending. The captain mulled through his own mind as he walked (or flew, in the case of heading up one floor at a point). He did his best to prepare for this VIP guest of theirs. He couldn't think of any before that had given such a direct and demanding disrespect to his authority, but he had dealt with the kind before. Sure, it would be a pain in his tail feathers. Sure, he'd rather be anywhere else, doing anything else. He was the captain though. Twenty years of experience couldn't fail him now. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't actually met this passenger. They had picked him up back on Fellview Rock, if he remembered the reports correctly, and since then the man had paid for his time aboard in gold coins the crew had never seen before. He had meals brought to his suite, but never stepped outside, never issued a complaint, never interacted with anyone at all as far as the captain could remember. Now that he thought about it, just what could have gotten this incredibly reclusive guest so upset that he demanded the captain himself come in person?
Razortalon snapped back to reality once he stopped in front of the door to the luxury suite. Having been so lost in thought, his mind racing, that's why time had felt to stretch out. Now that he was here it was as though everything he had experienced snapped back into place, condensing even into a much smaller increment. The senior aven officer shook his head, forced himself to ignore the pit in his stomach, and knocked on the door.
"Proceed," answered a baritone voice, a bit gravelly with just the slightest hint of a rasp. The captain did exactly that.
The lights inside the room were completely dark. It wasn't just that they had been turned off, the feeling was much more potent than that. Darkness covered the windows where even natural light should have been trickling in. It was as though the aven had stepped into a realm of pure shadow. He suppressed an uneasy shiver and, going from memory, reached for where he knew the light switch to be, but was interrupted.
"There is no point," spoke the voice from somewhere in the middle of the room. "You have lost your light. It is not so easy to fix as the flip of a switch."
The captain felt more than a little creeped out, for multiple reasons. How had the guest known he was reaching for the lights? What did he mean that Razortalon had lost his light? Why keep them engulfed in this darkness? Clearly their VIP was a mage of some manner. Razortalon disliked and instinctively distrusted mages. Stubbornly, he flipped the switch. No lights came on.
"You would do well to refine your listening, Captain." That tone was so condescending it infuriated him. A second later and the door closed shut, having moved entirely on its own.
"What's the purpose of keeping us in this shroud?" Razortalon inquired, the hostility clear in his voice. "You trying to ambush me?"
"We are not in a shroud," the voice answered. "You are merely lost. You have been for some time now. As to your other question, no. It would be terrible manners to assault my most gracious host. Especially when your crew has been so providing."
This guy was seriously creepy. It was as though he were trying to ruffle the captain's feathers, and he did not like it one bit! Still, it wasn't like there was anything that he could actually do about it. The guest hadn't, to the best of the aven's knowledge, done anything wrong. "I was informed there was an incident you wanted to see me about?"
"No. There was an incident that I wanted you to see me about. The distinction is subtle, but crucially important." There was that condescending tone again. It's like this guy felt as though he were born better, more important. "You have a traitor on board, Captain. A spy for the Church of Escolan."
That immediately grabbed the aven's attention. "How do you kn-"
"It is poor taste for a host to interrupt his guest, Captain," the voice interjected, cutting him off. "I have seen him at night, during the graveyard shift. He sends long distance communication to his superiors. An aven mechanic named Featherweight."
Captain Razorclaw rearranged his expression, finding it difficult to choose his appearance from confusion, anger, surprise, and disbelief. The end result was some mix between them all, a fluid and ever changing mask of emotional turmoil. "Where? And how? By all reports, nobody has ever seen you leave your room! What kind of proof do you have that one of my crew is a spy?"
Go to your cargo hold and inspect crate 34C. You'll find supplies have gone missing. That's because Featherweight took them and has been passing them along to his Escolan handlers in the ports you've stopped at. Keep an eye on him when we land next. I'm sure you'll see everything you need yourself."
The captain wasn't sure what to make of that. He tried to think of the correct response, but could not find the words before his guest spoke up again. "I offer you a tip for your services. You are dismissed, Captain."
A single gold coin flew through the air toward Razortalon, which he caught. This surprised him, not because he lacked the dexterity to catch a coin, but because he could see the piece of gold. He could see it, plain as day in this room of sheer blackness. The door behind him opened up once again, and the captain excused himself, slinking out into the light and shutting the door behind him. He took a moment to compose himself, gave a weary sigh, then looked at the coin he had been provided. The thing was unusual. Thicker than most currency he had become familiar with in his decades aboard trade ships, with better overall quality. On both sides the coin had some kind of artistic design that resembled the sun. The aven captain scoffed, then pocketed the piece of gold.
"Why do I get stuck transporting the freaks?"
While Bruno seemed to be content wandering aimlessly pretending he had a goal in mind, while Benny and Bondi were playing with one another, Zhou was not so dissuaded from approaching their task head on. He looked the soldiers over through the viewing glass, sizing up the, what did Benny call them again? Starship Troopers? She didn't seem too certain of the name herself, but Zhou's tactically trained mind could look these soldiers over for as much as could be revealed through that all-encompassing armor. They were well trained, highly disciplined forces to be sure. Such could be gleaned from body language alone. Beyond that, it was difficult to tell, since their armor meant that not a single bit of the human inside was visible. The officers, however, were another sort, far easier to read. Also highly disciplined, but unlike the troopers they had a more... Arrogant feel about them. Pompous, even. The kind of air you felt around those that believed them to be your superior in every way and had no quarrel with letting you know through all the little things they'd say and do.
Upon reaching the interior of the ship and looking for an exit, the Chinese legend quickly located something. Was it what he wanted? Perhaps. It was certainly a button, and it was positioned near what appeared to be a potential opening in the wall. Before this theory could be tested, however, there was a knock. Aha, so it was a door!
"This is Lieutenant Quary of the Galactic Imperial Naval Forces. You are an unauthorized craft in restricted space. Prepare to peacefully relinquish yourselves into my custody so that we can perform a full security sweep of your ship and confiscate it."
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Upon reaching the interior of the ship and looking for an exit, the Chinese legend quickly located something. Was it what he wanted? Perhaps. It was certainly a button, and it was positioned near what appeared to be a potential opening in the wall. Before this theory could be tested, however, there was a knock. Aha, so it was a door!
"This is Lieutenant Quary of the Galactic Imperial Naval Forces. You are an unauthorized craft in restricted space. Prepare to peacefully relinquish yourselves into my custody so that we can perform a full security sweep of your ship and confiscate it."
@AwesomeZero5@LePouvantail@Stern Algorithm@Stekkmen
@King Tai Glad to hear! I look forward to seeing it.
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