Ingradem
02-09-2005, 19:51
As the giant landing craft hurtled towards Earth, King Osh turned to one of his aides and asked gruffly, “When’re we gonna’ land on that hulk of rock? Can’t this piece of crap go any faster?”
To emphasize the point, he slammed his fist down on his makeshift throne. It swayed dangerously. The aide said, with a sigh, “We’re scheduled to land in an hour, if we follow procedure.”
This is the last time I’m telling him when we’re gonna land!That useless cow-munching blunderhead will have to find out by himeself!
Unfortunatley, the aide forgot about that little chip implanted in his head that immediately sent warning lights into Osh’s head if the subject was having subersive thoughts.
King Osh turned to the aide and asked, “What, in the name of usky, did you think?”
Immediately, the aide sensed his dangerous position.
“Well, uh, nothing, I just…” But he never finished his sentence, because at that moment King Osh drew a giant laser blaster from his hip a proceeded top make a smooth hole in the aide’s head.
Right through the brain, Osh thought. I’m getting better at this. He switched on the com system and ordered a cleaning crew to come up. Then he jumped off the throne, revealing his true height of five feet.
Orken weren’t big people. In fact, they weren’t people, they were orks. But everyone called their race back home Orken because it seemed cute and childish, traits which were attributed to king Osh and his people because of their height. In fact, the Orken were vicious little creatures, with teeth that they sharpened every other day, at least 5 bladed weapons and 2 blasters on their person at all times. Their light blue skin was taut and leathery, and their usual dress was strips of leather wrapped around the body. Patches of white fur formed on the head and they talked in strange, low voices. The eyes were usually yellow, with the eyeballs slits, like a cat’s. To prove their manliness, the toughest of them branded their eyelids with their clan marks, which varied greatly, but almost always included a skull.
Osh strode towards an elevator that he took to the bridge, where he asked the navigations captain what was taking so long.
“There are tons of asteroids, space debris, and other craft. We have to be careful. We - ”
At that moment, Osh grabbed the thrust lever and pushed it up to maximum. A moment later, everyone was pushed back in their seats and osh got thrown back with a tring of lively curse words flowing form his mouth, and the landing craft plowed through asteroids, hunks of metal,and, in one case, a scout ship, which blew up on the giant windshield. It wasn’t even scratched. Osh chuckled. He told his main recon officer laughingly, “Get me a picture of the expression on that pilot’s face right before we crashed into him.”
The officer managed a weak smile.
Several minutes later, the landing craft entered the atmosphere and hit the ground at the speed of several thousand kilometers a minute.
Everyone was thrown forward, and quite a lot of them got concussions, but 5 million vicious little orks had just taken up residence on Earth.
OOC: Comments?
To emphasize the point, he slammed his fist down on his makeshift throne. It swayed dangerously. The aide said, with a sigh, “We’re scheduled to land in an hour, if we follow procedure.”
This is the last time I’m telling him when we’re gonna land!That useless cow-munching blunderhead will have to find out by himeself!
Unfortunatley, the aide forgot about that little chip implanted in his head that immediately sent warning lights into Osh’s head if the subject was having subersive thoughts.
King Osh turned to the aide and asked, “What, in the name of usky, did you think?”
Immediately, the aide sensed his dangerous position.
“Well, uh, nothing, I just…” But he never finished his sentence, because at that moment King Osh drew a giant laser blaster from his hip a proceeded top make a smooth hole in the aide’s head.
Right through the brain, Osh thought. I’m getting better at this. He switched on the com system and ordered a cleaning crew to come up. Then he jumped off the throne, revealing his true height of five feet.
Orken weren’t big people. In fact, they weren’t people, they were orks. But everyone called their race back home Orken because it seemed cute and childish, traits which were attributed to king Osh and his people because of their height. In fact, the Orken were vicious little creatures, with teeth that they sharpened every other day, at least 5 bladed weapons and 2 blasters on their person at all times. Their light blue skin was taut and leathery, and their usual dress was strips of leather wrapped around the body. Patches of white fur formed on the head and they talked in strange, low voices. The eyes were usually yellow, with the eyeballs slits, like a cat’s. To prove their manliness, the toughest of them branded their eyelids with their clan marks, which varied greatly, but almost always included a skull.
Osh strode towards an elevator that he took to the bridge, where he asked the navigations captain what was taking so long.
“There are tons of asteroids, space debris, and other craft. We have to be careful. We - ”
At that moment, Osh grabbed the thrust lever and pushed it up to maximum. A moment later, everyone was pushed back in their seats and osh got thrown back with a tring of lively curse words flowing form his mouth, and the landing craft plowed through asteroids, hunks of metal,and, in one case, a scout ship, which blew up on the giant windshield. It wasn’t even scratched. Osh chuckled. He told his main recon officer laughingly, “Get me a picture of the expression on that pilot’s face right before we crashed into him.”
The officer managed a weak smile.
Several minutes later, the landing craft entered the atmosphere and hit the ground at the speed of several thousand kilometers a minute.
Everyone was thrown forward, and quite a lot of them got concussions, but 5 million vicious little orks had just taken up residence on Earth.
OOC: Comments?