The Burnsian Desert
22-05-2004, 04:34
Admiral Ra'l looks over the bridge of the [i]R.S.S. Peace. He sniffs deeply and takes in the salt air.
"Sir, we are approaching Hamanistanian waters," said a young ensign.
"Very good. Send out an alert message to all Hamanistanian naval vessels. I don't want to be fired upon now," said the admiral.
The ship calmly put into port and tied up, while Hamanistanian military secured the area.
OOC: Hamanistan, this is my diplomatic envoy.
"Sir, we are approaching Hamanistanian waters," said a young ensign.
"Very good. Send out an alert message to all Hamanistanian naval vessels. I don't want to be fired upon now," said the admiral.
The ship calmly put into port and tied up, while Hamanistanian military secured the area.
OOC: Hamanistan, this is my diplomatic envoy.