Ald Rhun
15-09-2005, 23:45
OOC: My apologies to all those who signed up for the last try, I wrote myself into a corner, and was unable to continue to my satisfaction. This time, the rp will be closed to a more select few. Sorry about that.
Please keep all OOC comments to the OOC thread here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9646002#post9646002)
IC: "ONS Dirty Girl, this is Rhunholm command. Challenge one, provide counter-challenge one, over."
Marlin hunched over the comm station, working furiously on the console.
"Rhunholm command, this is ONS Dirty Girl. Request acknowledged. Sending counter-challenge one now."
"Acknowledged, Dirty Bird. Counterchallenge one received. Challenge two outgoing, provide counter-challenge two, over."
Tiaru sat bored in the lounge of the ship, waiting patiently to dock so she could finish with this dreary business.
"Counter-challenge two transmitted. Awaiting challenge three."
On the Swift Hand of God, Inquisitor Ezekial was undergoing the same rigorous security clearances.
"Counter-challenge two recieved. Transmitting challenge three, over."
And deep in the hold of the Dirty Girl, Heinrich waited...
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"Counter-challenge fifteen recieved. ONS Dirty Girl, you are cleared to dock. Welcome to Rhunholm."
Marlin was shaken out of his reverie. Finally. It sure as hell had taken the lizards long enough.
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"Counter-challenge fifteen recieved. CNS Swift Hand of God, you are cleared to dock. You have approximatley three minutes to dock before our defenses engage you."
The daemonship's systems automatically engaged the engines, and drifted towards the orbital docking relay.
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Heinrich could feel the impact of the docking servo's from his cell.
Soon after, the door of the cell slid open.
"You needn't use that stasis field this time, I'll come pea-
[[[DISCONTINUITY]]]
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The smell of blood filled the air in the bounty office. A large Rhun in ceremonial armor leaned in, inspecting the stasis field with a complex looking scanning device.
"Very good. This is my Lord Heinrich."
The massive beast set down the scanner, took a cred-stick from a console, and turned towards the humans.
"Here is your reward. Three trillion United States Dollars, as promised. I don't particularly want to know what you want to do with that much money, and don't much care either."
He turned, moved the stasis field onto a mag-cart, and sent it off towards a waiting transport.
"The Arbiter has decreed that you may accompany us to witness the debriefing of the Prince, if you wish. It will begin as soon as the transport reaches the quarantine site."
Please keep all OOC comments to the OOC thread here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9646002#post9646002)
IC: "ONS Dirty Girl, this is Rhunholm command. Challenge one, provide counter-challenge one, over."
Marlin hunched over the comm station, working furiously on the console.
"Rhunholm command, this is ONS Dirty Girl. Request acknowledged. Sending counter-challenge one now."
"Acknowledged, Dirty Bird. Counterchallenge one received. Challenge two outgoing, provide counter-challenge two, over."
Tiaru sat bored in the lounge of the ship, waiting patiently to dock so she could finish with this dreary business.
"Counter-challenge two transmitted. Awaiting challenge three."
On the Swift Hand of God, Inquisitor Ezekial was undergoing the same rigorous security clearances.
"Counter-challenge two recieved. Transmitting challenge three, over."
And deep in the hold of the Dirty Girl, Heinrich waited...
________________
"Counter-challenge fifteen recieved. ONS Dirty Girl, you are cleared to dock. Welcome to Rhunholm."
Marlin was shaken out of his reverie. Finally. It sure as hell had taken the lizards long enough.
___________
"Counter-challenge fifteen recieved. CNS Swift Hand of God, you are cleared to dock. You have approximatley three minutes to dock before our defenses engage you."
The daemonship's systems automatically engaged the engines, and drifted towards the orbital docking relay.
____________
Heinrich could feel the impact of the docking servo's from his cell.
Soon after, the door of the cell slid open.
"You needn't use that stasis field this time, I'll come pea-
[[[DISCONTINUITY]]]
____________
The smell of blood filled the air in the bounty office. A large Rhun in ceremonial armor leaned in, inspecting the stasis field with a complex looking scanning device.
"Very good. This is my Lord Heinrich."
The massive beast set down the scanner, took a cred-stick from a console, and turned towards the humans.
"Here is your reward. Three trillion United States Dollars, as promised. I don't particularly want to know what you want to do with that much money, and don't much care either."
He turned, moved the stasis field onto a mag-cart, and sent it off towards a waiting transport.
"The Arbiter has decreed that you may accompany us to witness the debriefing of the Prince, if you wish. It will begin as soon as the transport reaches the quarantine site."