Allanea
09-08-2005, 17:45
Qaaol-Krista
The three men came from Mangala. They wore no uniform, they had no tatoos, and carried only such weapons as would be locally used - beam rifles donated by some ESUS nation to fight Tyranids, probably. The men where Khristians by race, and their accents - trained for hours back home - did not give away their true heritage - that of the people of ADK Earth of old. Their accent had all the inflations and ‘corruption’ of the dialect of Martian Khristians.
They were walking towards a point to which they were guided by GPS devices implanted inside their brains - with a small dose of high-explosives capable of scrambling those brains on command. Their pockets were crammed with hidden weapons - and money. Reichsmarks, Allanean Dollars, Taraskovyan Franks and Menelmacari variable-value credchips.
The people were walking their separate routes, pretending to be unaware of each others very existance. It would only become known otherwise when they met at their point of rendezvous - the Federal Warehouse Complex. One of the men also carried something looking like a heavy grenade launcher’s tube - again, not new in the age of Tyranid Wars.
New Zion Starport
A strange man walked off the refugee freighters from Mars, blending into the monstrous crowds. Metal detectors would beep frenzily when they passed over his body, showing an internal alloy ribcage replacing bone - results of what his medical history showed was a freak accident which demanded the replacement. Inside the size of his boot, he carried a ceramic knife, invisible to metal detectors. His boots where of a high military type, with long, thin laces.
A woman, dressed in rags, snuck out of the Colonel Travis military facility. Like the first man, she was a Khristian - strangely, she has apparently underwent the same ribcage replacement operations in her time. She was carrying, underneath her rags, several different weapons - a plethora of knives, half a kilogram of Black Irishman Ultra-High Explosives, and a folding type submachinegun, that, when folded, looked like a small plastic box. Unfolded, it was a beam weapon - a laser pistol holding only ten shots, but each of those would tear a man’s body in half. It was non-reusable.
Another man, an old Khristian with a long, grey beard, walked off a plane from Allanea. He has apparently had been a victim of a railway accident at some point that required a metallic pelvis. He was unarmed - save a traditional hunting knife and a steel cane. Pretty unusual for someone who lived in Allanea for a long period of time.
All of them were carrying credit cards and legitimate-looking documents. The credit cards were charged to bank accounts in Tarasovka. The trail would die there.
The three men came from Mangala. They wore no uniform, they had no tatoos, and carried only such weapons as would be locally used - beam rifles donated by some ESUS nation to fight Tyranids, probably. The men where Khristians by race, and their accents - trained for hours back home - did not give away their true heritage - that of the people of ADK Earth of old. Their accent had all the inflations and ‘corruption’ of the dialect of Martian Khristians.
They were walking towards a point to which they were guided by GPS devices implanted inside their brains - with a small dose of high-explosives capable of scrambling those brains on command. Their pockets were crammed with hidden weapons - and money. Reichsmarks, Allanean Dollars, Taraskovyan Franks and Menelmacari variable-value credchips.
The people were walking their separate routes, pretending to be unaware of each others very existance. It would only become known otherwise when they met at their point of rendezvous - the Federal Warehouse Complex. One of the men also carried something looking like a heavy grenade launcher’s tube - again, not new in the age of Tyranid Wars.
New Zion Starport
A strange man walked off the refugee freighters from Mars, blending into the monstrous crowds. Metal detectors would beep frenzily when they passed over his body, showing an internal alloy ribcage replacing bone - results of what his medical history showed was a freak accident which demanded the replacement. Inside the size of his boot, he carried a ceramic knife, invisible to metal detectors. His boots where of a high military type, with long, thin laces.
A woman, dressed in rags, snuck out of the Colonel Travis military facility. Like the first man, she was a Khristian - strangely, she has apparently underwent the same ribcage replacement operations in her time. She was carrying, underneath her rags, several different weapons - a plethora of knives, half a kilogram of Black Irishman Ultra-High Explosives, and a folding type submachinegun, that, when folded, looked like a small plastic box. Unfolded, it was a beam weapon - a laser pistol holding only ten shots, but each of those would tear a man’s body in half. It was non-reusable.
Another man, an old Khristian with a long, grey beard, walked off a plane from Allanea. He has apparently had been a victim of a railway accident at some point that required a metallic pelvis. He was unarmed - save a traditional hunting knife and a steel cane. Pretty unusual for someone who lived in Allanea for a long period of time.
All of them were carrying credit cards and legitimate-looking documents. The credit cards were charged to bank accounts in Tarasovka. The trail would die there.