Swords of Chagal
09-04-2004, 18:59
OOC:This has been talked over,agreed on and allowed.Please,no declarations of war oranything because of this.This is a private rp.
IC:The 4 operatives passed several rather intimidating Jaratian secret police.They were afraid,they looked like Nazi soldiers out of world war II,mixed in with some sort of grisly helmets,but the operatives had a job to do,and could not let their emotions betray them.
They were going as lawyers to defend a client at court.Of ourse,they weren't really going to do that,only staging it.Their job was to hijack a Jaratian spaceshipt.Any craft that was larger than a life-pod but smaller than a corvette.
However,they were scared to death.What if they were caught?
No, said a small voice in one of the operatives' heads.
They can't.I CANNOT let them.I have to succeed.Our cause depends on it!
Adjusting himself,the terrorist walked briskly towards the screening barrier.His comrades followed.The next several minutes would depend on the outcome of the operation.He began sweating.The water in his bottle seemed whitish,even though the strychnine was colorless.His pupils dilated.The screening was coming closer,closer,and they were being checked...
OOC:A pic of the secret police:
http://www.kompjuterskeigre.com/img/slike/2003/09/et-skinovi4.jpg
Imagine him without the armband and shotgun,and with this helmet:
http://www.midgaardgames.com/pages/accessories/figurines/lotr/helmet_orc_hide.jpg
Now all that is lef is for Jaratia to reply and it'll get going :)
IC:The 4 operatives passed several rather intimidating Jaratian secret police.They were afraid,they looked like Nazi soldiers out of world war II,mixed in with some sort of grisly helmets,but the operatives had a job to do,and could not let their emotions betray them.
They were going as lawyers to defend a client at court.Of ourse,they weren't really going to do that,only staging it.Their job was to hijack a Jaratian spaceshipt.Any craft that was larger than a life-pod but smaller than a corvette.
However,they were scared to death.What if they were caught?
No, said a small voice in one of the operatives' heads.
They can't.I CANNOT let them.I have to succeed.Our cause depends on it!
Adjusting himself,the terrorist walked briskly towards the screening barrier.His comrades followed.The next several minutes would depend on the outcome of the operation.He began sweating.The water in his bottle seemed whitish,even though the strychnine was colorless.His pupils dilated.The screening was coming closer,closer,and they were being checked...
OOC:A pic of the secret police:
http://www.kompjuterskeigre.com/img/slike/2003/09/et-skinovi4.jpg
Imagine him without the armband and shotgun,and with this helmet:
http://www.midgaardgames.com/pages/accessories/figurines/lotr/helmet_orc_hide.jpg
Now all that is lef is for Jaratia to reply and it'll get going :)