19-03-2004, 03:29
OOC: for all of you who are randomly choosing links to go to (i respect you, for i do the same thing) i must ask you to not join this war it is between a few nations of mine and a nation of an enemy.
IC: As the tanks roll onto the streets of a small town somewhere on the outskirts of the Nation, they are followed closely by a number of scouts (ghosts from "Halo: Combat Evolved") all the while Katt class II fighters and Katt class IV bombers cirle above. The flagship, a massive vessle which moves (as its name suggests) very fast. The Triple Esspresso, which James P. Katt (General) controls from his well filled office high up on the ship. There are a great number of troop transports (most of them borrowed) with a huge infantry army aboard them. It is unclear as to how many there are, but the line seems to never end. The small city is to be their main base of action.
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"General, we have confirmation from the city that some of the villagers have escaped from the borders we have established and have moved on to notify their leader of our presence, your orders?"
James turns around, his medium length black hair pulled tightly back, and his pale complexion framed on an all black suit. On his full lenth coat, there is a ruby Pi symbol pin that gleams in the faint light.
"Well, my orders are, set up a defensive perimeter, send the scouts out and have the fighters patroll the skies, no one gets in, no one gets out.....Do you understand?"
"Yes sir i do, but what about th-"
"NO ONE, gets out corperal, NO ONE"
"Ay Sir, and what of Prongs?"
"I'm certain he will be on his way verrry shortly, after all, he promised." a smile coming across his face, which quickly fades, "Now, bring me a triple esspresso, dry"
*opera music*
*****
Yours,
James P. Katt
General
IC: As the tanks roll onto the streets of a small town somewhere on the outskirts of the Nation, they are followed closely by a number of scouts (ghosts from "Halo: Combat Evolved") all the while Katt class II fighters and Katt class IV bombers cirle above. The flagship, a massive vessle which moves (as its name suggests) very fast. The Triple Esspresso, which James P. Katt (General) controls from his well filled office high up on the ship. There are a great number of troop transports (most of them borrowed) with a huge infantry army aboard them. It is unclear as to how many there are, but the line seems to never end. The small city is to be their main base of action.
****
"General, we have confirmation from the city that some of the villagers have escaped from the borders we have established and have moved on to notify their leader of our presence, your orders?"
James turns around, his medium length black hair pulled tightly back, and his pale complexion framed on an all black suit. On his full lenth coat, there is a ruby Pi symbol pin that gleams in the faint light.
"Well, my orders are, set up a defensive perimeter, send the scouts out and have the fighters patroll the skies, no one gets in, no one gets out.....Do you understand?"
"Yes sir i do, but what about th-"
"NO ONE, gets out corperal, NO ONE"
"Ay Sir, and what of Prongs?"
"I'm certain he will be on his way verrry shortly, after all, he promised." a smile coming across his face, which quickly fades, "Now, bring me a triple esspresso, dry"
*opera music*
*****
Yours,
James P. Katt
General