Kyle Black
27-11-2005, 04:51
((Since my first RP didn't really go anywhere, I figured I'd try it again. First Time, well, technically second time RP.))
Red plumes of smoke and fire trailed behind the small black orbs as they broke the atmosphere. The black orbs streaked across the globe with precise accuracy. Their small size, and sleek builds made them impossible to be tracked by Radar, and their incredible speeds outmatched that of most air-to-ground missiles. They had one purpose, and once their task was completed, many would not return.
It is rather fortunate that these craft are benign in nature. They were the only sure way to deliever messages to nations, without having to deal with the difficult nature of planetary delivery services. The small pods would land on the front lawns of leaders, ambassadors and the like.
As the orb cools, the top half of the device seemingly melts away to reveal a blue light. With a sudden flash, a two dimensional, full color image of a woman would be projected in thin air above the orb.
"Esteemed Leaders, Presidents, Prime Ministers, Ambassadors, Parliamentary Members, Politicians, Scientists, and Hive Minds," the hologram would say, "The Confederacy of Kyle Black welcomes you to a Banquet in the capital city of Veru'D'Nai, to be held on the Tenth of this month at six PM, Global Standard Time."((Not real time. Will begin when I see fit.))
"At the banquet, you will be treated to the finest Kyle Black has to offer. The finest examples of the Confederacy's cuisines and alcohols, live entertainment, dancing, a tour of the Capital city, a short history of our nation and culture, and a few, shall we say, surprises."
"If you wish to attend the banquet, please place your hand on the glowing circle below. If you do not wish to attend, please press the small red button located on the bottom of the Communication Orb, and stand back, as the Orb will self destruct in a most violent manner. If you have special dietary, medical, or any other needs, please wave your hand through the Holographic Image, and a direct line of communication will be opened with a Com Droid. Merely communicate your requests to the Droid."
"If you have accidentally chosen the wrong option, or feel uncomfortable speaking with Droids, a simple telegram will suffice."
"Transports will arrive at Five Thiry PM sharp. If you have a craft capable of breaking atmosphere and carrying passengers safely, please contact us. We also request that no armed gaurds are brought to the banquet. Security will be tight."
"The leaders of Kyle Black felt it important to meet global leaders to discuss politics, current events, and dire issues facing the global community in a stress free environment. We hope to see you very soon! M'sen Teur'k'ain! Replay Message? Replay Message? Replay...?"
((My Tech Tree is Future, just to avoid blatantly wrong assumptions. Being FT is not prerequisite to joining the RP.))
Red plumes of smoke and fire trailed behind the small black orbs as they broke the atmosphere. The black orbs streaked across the globe with precise accuracy. Their small size, and sleek builds made them impossible to be tracked by Radar, and their incredible speeds outmatched that of most air-to-ground missiles. They had one purpose, and once their task was completed, many would not return.
It is rather fortunate that these craft are benign in nature. They were the only sure way to deliever messages to nations, without having to deal with the difficult nature of planetary delivery services. The small pods would land on the front lawns of leaders, ambassadors and the like.
As the orb cools, the top half of the device seemingly melts away to reveal a blue light. With a sudden flash, a two dimensional, full color image of a woman would be projected in thin air above the orb.
"Esteemed Leaders, Presidents, Prime Ministers, Ambassadors, Parliamentary Members, Politicians, Scientists, and Hive Minds," the hologram would say, "The Confederacy of Kyle Black welcomes you to a Banquet in the capital city of Veru'D'Nai, to be held on the Tenth of this month at six PM, Global Standard Time."((Not real time. Will begin when I see fit.))
"At the banquet, you will be treated to the finest Kyle Black has to offer. The finest examples of the Confederacy's cuisines and alcohols, live entertainment, dancing, a tour of the Capital city, a short history of our nation and culture, and a few, shall we say, surprises."
"If you wish to attend the banquet, please place your hand on the glowing circle below. If you do not wish to attend, please press the small red button located on the bottom of the Communication Orb, and stand back, as the Orb will self destruct in a most violent manner. If you have special dietary, medical, or any other needs, please wave your hand through the Holographic Image, and a direct line of communication will be opened with a Com Droid. Merely communicate your requests to the Droid."
"If you have accidentally chosen the wrong option, or feel uncomfortable speaking with Droids, a simple telegram will suffice."
"Transports will arrive at Five Thiry PM sharp. If you have a craft capable of breaking atmosphere and carrying passengers safely, please contact us. We also request that no armed gaurds are brought to the banquet. Security will be tight."
"The leaders of Kyle Black felt it important to meet global leaders to discuss politics, current events, and dire issues facing the global community in a stress free environment. We hope to see you very soon! M'sen Teur'k'ain! Replay Message? Replay Message? Replay...?"
((My Tech Tree is Future, just to avoid blatantly wrong assumptions. Being FT is not prerequisite to joining the RP.))