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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 23, 2007 22:21:10 GMT
static
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 24, 2007 9:11:39 GMT
"Damn!" I slam my fist on the edge of the equipment. I set the frequency to the second Helicopter. "O'Connor, respond. Over."
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 24, 2007 13:30:13 GMT
this is O'Connor, what do you need sir?
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 24, 2007 15:08:00 GMT
"What the hell has happened to Johanson's Helicopter?!"
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 24, 2007 17:48:40 GMT
it blew up sir
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 24, 2007 17:52:12 GMT
"WHAT!?!" Appearance of shock over my face. "Was there any particular reason for it exploding!?"
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 24, 2007 17:57:50 GMT
"i couldn't see much from where I was sir"
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 24, 2007 18:00:33 GMT
"Damn!" I look about the room for a moment. "Well, get your Co-Pilot to go and check everythings in top working order. Concider this an order."
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 24, 2007 18:05:13 GMT
yes sir
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 24, 2007 18:11:16 GMT
I then attempt to contact Helicopter 3. "Rylie, come in. Over"
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 24, 2007 19:07:09 GMT
this is Rylie
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 24, 2007 19:24:20 GMT
"What is the status of your helicopter? Over."
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 24, 2007 19:52:31 GMT
"everything seems to work fine," he pauses. You can hear a bit of commotion going on in the back ground"you cant come in here. I' going to have to ask you to go back with the other passengers" someone else begins to speak "no, I fucking wont you stupid shit." they pause, you can hear footsteps"you been talking to your boss, arse'ole? is this him?" theres a pause. There appears to be a bit of a struggle going on between the pilot and the passenger" hey, boss man, this ass wont let me light up while I'm on board. You ought to get better staff dick. I'm a god dam tourist, why should I have to obey your stupid rules. Screw this,"he pauses and rummages in his pockets"can you hear this ass? I hope you can you god dammed prick, oh no look I've got my lighter out, holy crap now I have a cigarette," the pauses again, it sounds like he's lighting a cigarette. BOOM. static.
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 24, 2007 20:07:19 GMT
"RESPOND, OVER!" I punch the desk to the left of me, labeled "Punching Desk" I turn to a general. "This... This is why I illigalised Cigerettes...." I turn back to the radio. "Respond. Over."
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 24, 2007 20:09:36 GMT
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 24, 2007 20:18:17 GMT
a grunt rushes in. "the revered emperor is here to see you sir." the grunt is pushed through the door as he says this. a large man wearing heavy looking metallic full body amour (he looks a lot like a chaos lord) "I'm here to make a proposal, King of Jackinitka."
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 25, 2007 11:19:17 GMT
"Give me three good reasons as to why I shouldn't just throw you out in to the streets of my nation..." I pull out my pistol, in a blur of motion, it's thrown over the back of my shoulder and lands in my hand so it is touching his head. "Three..."
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 25, 2007 12:52:44 GMT
you pull out your weapon and take aim. The emperor remains calm. he begins to laugh as you countdown, it is a cold, cruel laugh. "do you honestly think you could kill me? come now,your highness, be reasonable, my arcane power far surpasses anything you could use against me," he pauses and looks you directly in the eyes"you still doubt my power? perhaps a demonstration is in order" there is another pause, the emperor extends one of his arms towards the grunt ,who is still lying on the floor. The grunt begins to levitate, dark energy pulses through his body. He screams in agony."perhaps you'd like to see my full power, your highness?"
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Post by Jack Hyter on Aug 25, 2007 13:04:25 GMT
"You release a disease in my country. You come in to my headquarters. You expect civil coversation. AND you harm my men." I thumb the saftey off. "You're treading on a lot of toes." I pull the trigger. Eight times.
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Post by Johnny Carcer-Spectro on Aug 25, 2007 13:15:53 GMT
each bullet hits its mark, or they would have done had they not been stopped in mid air. "i see your not in a cooperative mood, but I'm sure I can soon change all that" he extends his other arm towards the bullets, his hand is upright and outstretched. He closes his hand,then rotates it, the bullets rotate in the same direction as his hand. He then opens his hand and the bullets speed off in the direction of your general. He slumps to the floor.
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