Crimmond
29-08-2004, 07:57
Picture Europe as seen from space in your mind. No borders are visable. No politics are seen. Everything looks calm as a front moves slowly across the continent.
Looks can be decieving.
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Skye, Crimmond.
(Formerly known as Warsaw)
"Get out of my office, Oran, before I have you shot!
"Try it! It will only turn the people against you."
Thus was the meeting between Administrator Delta, Emperor of Crimmond, and Riok Oran, former Warlord of Baggera and Head of the Crimmond Imperial Party.
Enemies when they were world leaders and enemies as political leaders. Some things never change.
Delta stood and pulled out his gun, aiming it at the creature before him. Oran was humanoid, but that's where the comparison to human ended. Reptilian, slimy under armor that reflected and refacted light into a dark rainbow of colors. He stood as well and hissed behind his mask, one good eye watching Delta carefully. Delta was a large man, intimidating and ruthless. He had appeared less than a year before becoming leader and just about controlled the Black Staff.
"Pull the triggar, Administrator. I don't fear dying. If I did, I wouldn't have killed Var'chak and taken his place in Baggera. the Imperial Party would lose a leader, but gain the support of the people like never before." The reptiallian laughed, a rasspy, grating sound.
The gun lowered and two gaurds stepped up, escorting Oran out without a word. As the door closed, Delta sighed.
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Skye Eastern Aerobase
A Scarab-Class shuttle touched down on the pad, three people exiting and entering a waiting car.
"Dagger, you are released for the week, unless something important happens. Do not vanish again."
The armored man nodded. His helmet was metal, constantly grinning a twisted grin. His armor was covered in bladed weaponary.
"Ghost, I will escort you to the gates. I have to report in to General Santiago before going to the Palace." The Royal Gaurd Major said, helmet in his lap.
Ghost, the ceramic masked woman in white cloaks, nodded. "Very well. I'll be meeting with Oran. Delta won't know what hit him... This will blow the lid of the Black Staff for good."
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Riok Oran
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Administrator Delta
Looks can be decieving.
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Skye, Crimmond.
(Formerly known as Warsaw)
"Get out of my office, Oran, before I have you shot!
"Try it! It will only turn the people against you."
Thus was the meeting between Administrator Delta, Emperor of Crimmond, and Riok Oran, former Warlord of Baggera and Head of the Crimmond Imperial Party.
Enemies when they were world leaders and enemies as political leaders. Some things never change.
Delta stood and pulled out his gun, aiming it at the creature before him. Oran was humanoid, but that's where the comparison to human ended. Reptilian, slimy under armor that reflected and refacted light into a dark rainbow of colors. He stood as well and hissed behind his mask, one good eye watching Delta carefully. Delta was a large man, intimidating and ruthless. He had appeared less than a year before becoming leader and just about controlled the Black Staff.
"Pull the triggar, Administrator. I don't fear dying. If I did, I wouldn't have killed Var'chak and taken his place in Baggera. the Imperial Party would lose a leader, but gain the support of the people like never before." The reptiallian laughed, a rasspy, grating sound.
The gun lowered and two gaurds stepped up, escorting Oran out without a word. As the door closed, Delta sighed.
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Skye Eastern Aerobase
A Scarab-Class shuttle touched down on the pad, three people exiting and entering a waiting car.
"Dagger, you are released for the week, unless something important happens. Do not vanish again."
The armored man nodded. His helmet was metal, constantly grinning a twisted grin. His armor was covered in bladed weaponary.
"Ghost, I will escort you to the gates. I have to report in to General Santiago before going to the Palace." The Royal Gaurd Major said, helmet in his lap.
Ghost, the ceramic masked woman in white cloaks, nodded. "Very well. I'll be meeting with Oran. Delta won't know what hit him... This will blow the lid of the Black Staff for good."
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Riok Oran
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Administrator Delta