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**Finnegan's Tradehouse** Groups of three Draconian soldiers and two unmanned infantry units began moving out, securing the entire area. Half of them approached buildings, intent on clearing them and bringing them outside where eyes can be kept on them, or hold them inside until other arrangements can be made. As one such group moved into the bathhouse, unmanned units striding through the doors, people, of course, began panicking or screaming, while most remained silent. The two units scanned the room, repeating in automated voices, *"Stand down and surrender any weapons. Stand down and surrender any weapons. Group inside the pool, and prevent trouble from happening. Stand down..."* over and over. Shortly after they finished scanning, the three soldiers strode in, rifles in hand, as one unmanned unit guarded the door, and the other began moving to the back. Unknown to them, several guests with military backgrounds had just left through the backdoor, just managing to escape the unmanned unit right on their heels. The unit pushed the backdoor open, scanned the surroundings outside, but had already unknowingly lost possible threats. Elsewhere, outside, the pilot of the gunship, flanked by two of the unmanned strike-gunships, took in the approaching ship with an alarm and a message. Moments later, Goldy ordered him to check out their projected landing site- the ship looked large enough to carry all the Draconians, which was good. Leaving military technology behind was painful, but it can be set to remote detonate. As the ship landed, the pilot moved, ordering the two unmanned gunships to flank him, and began approaching. If there were armored units and weapons, he would open fire once they cleared the spaceship. If not, he would let them go about their business- as per orders.

What I'd reaaally like to accomplish is to stick my consciousness in a flashdrive, and upload myself to the internet. That way I can infinitely roleplay on an infinite number of sites, and always haunt people online by flashing them with ads and spooky pictures like clowns and spiders. That way I can also just like, learn everything on Wikipedia and be the smartest man alive... well, the smartest computer alive. I won't go Skynet though- that won't be any fun. No humans, no fun- more humans, regular lives, and being that little glitch in the system, much more worth it. That's what I hope to accomplish.

My mom always told me to think outside the sphere.

> > > Hello All! Miss me? Well im back and could totally use a refreshing rp <3 ^_^ That is if there is any room for lil old me...? '~' > > > > Dunno who you are but WELCOME BACK ANYWAYS BEST BUDDEH > > > > Okay, Zmerr's my new best buddy. > > > > ... Okay, Drake's my new best buddy. > > > > ...... Okay, food's gotten the title back from your three. nice try, but you seriously didn't think you could beat food THAT easily, did you? You're gonna have to try harder. > > > > ... > > > > WAIT > > > > Needa post, will do so tomorrow! > > What if I told you I was a self-replenishing pancake? I'd tear you in half over and over again so I could have an infinite amount of self-replenishing pancakes named Zmerr. Also, you'd drown under the syrup. And I'd be like to just put you into my mouth, whole, and then you'd be stuck in my belly, infinitely replenishing... holy crap! That means I could live infinitely without ever getting hungry! As the molecular bonds and the like that makes a pancake a pancake gets broken up by all those enzymes and crap, and thus being nutrients and all that, then you'd just replenish yourself- I'd be infinitely digesting you, and would never go hungry, while YOU would be doing science by seeing what's inside me belly! Love that idea.

Vala'Keer watched with a mixture of amazement and guilt as he realized that this was no human. Not unless they conquered the magical arts and wiped one of their own's minds, that could use water, this was very clearly not a human. The Draconian turned on her with a sort of admiration- with that power, their people would've been invincible, before he realized where that thought would leave. A deep sorrow and guilt set in- that power could've saved them. He turned, walking back to the gutted deer, and leaned against a tree trunk, back to Runa. He slowly slid to the ground, still leaning against the tree. He turned; his back rested against the wood of the oak. He gazed sightlessly forward, and thought about how it all could've changed if they could have water heal them.

> Hello All! Miss me? Well im back and could totally use a refreshing rp <3 ^_^ That is if there is any room for lil old me...? '~' Dunno who you are but WELCOME BACK ANYWAYS BEST BUDDEH Okay, Zmerr's my new best buddy. ... Okay, Drake's my new best buddy. ...... Okay, food's gotten the title back from your three. nice try, but you seriously didn't think you could beat food THAT easily, did you? You're gonna have to try harder. ... WAIT Needa post, will do so tomorrow!

Why is no one else posting D:

**Finnegan's Tradehouse** The Draconian soldier, face exposed when you look directly at him, through the transparent material that covered the front of his rather elegant, black helmet, broke into a snarl, and his rifle- just a 'regular' assault rifle- came up to bear on the one who spoke. "*Speak if you know, shut your trap if you don't!*" Before the man who spoke could say anything in response, a very large, very broad man, wearing an exoskeleton and with his own rifle in hand, shoved his way through the crowd and in front of the man the Draconian was pointing at. He had his own rifle up, and now it was aimed at the Draconian- the response was immediate. One could hear from the leader's guard, "Frag or control?" The golden-clad Draconian nodded, gestured at them, and said, "Frag." The result was one of the purple-clad guards raising another rifle, and firing. Half a moment later, the bouncer's right shoulder seemed to explode, as the bullet penetrated two inches into his flesh, struck bone, and then detonated, sending fragments in all directions- most of them flying out and bloodying the faces of the closest, others shooting deeper into his arm, down it, or into the rest of his body. The man almost instantly passed out from the pain, dropping with his shredded shoulder, upper arm, and right collarbone shredded and bleeding quite badly. It was a wonder he wasn't dead. Then the golden-armored Draconian could be seen moving forward, barking out orders in an unfamiliar language. Should one have their own translating device, they might note that he was ordering the medic to take care of him, and to use non-lethal force against any who posed a threat, or gave a threat. Before he had finished, as he was approaching the crowd, a group of identically-dressed men came out of the crowd, air shimmering around them slightly, all holding various ranged energy weapons. The golden-armored Draconian eyed the men who looked as though they wanted to fight, and only pointed at the two heavy tanks, and the three gunships that had now arrived. Their leader glared at the golden-armored Draconian, and signaled the rest of his men. He approached the Draconian and vice versa. When they were standing more or less face-to-face, the Draconian glared at him and motioned for him to move aside. When he did not, a knee rose and punched through the weak shield meant to keep someone from punching him. It impacted his groin; he keeled over from pain that very strongly suggested that he will probably never have kids again. A single swipe of the Draconian's unarmored hands threw him to the side, unconscious. Then he proceeded forward, the crowd making way. One bodyguard followed close behind; another stayed back and began ordering the troops outside into better positon and to search the area for supplies. The last picked up the alien that had spoken, and dragged him after Goldy. They were intent on finding the owner, and from him, answers for dragging their ship out of an honorable battle and into... this place. Goldy was already aggravated that he had to waste a perfectly good torture-type round just to make an example. Anytime someone stood in his way, they were quickly brought down by himself or his guard- depending on whether he felt like it or not. He had effectively invaded the tradehouse, and was currently uncaring of how many rules and social things like that he was breaking.

Pfft, you all are so unoriginal. I'm doing a Dragon(shapeshifter)-in-the-guise-of-a-Captain-of-the-Royal-Guard(Oath-bound over a century beforehand to serve until the Royal bloodline died out)xMagicalPrincess "MUST BE DIFFERENT" -My motto