The Ctan
11-11-2007, 00:09
OOC: I’ll bite, provided you’re not adverse to all my shiny FT-ness.
Isasrach
On a three mile wide city-ship, perched on one of Earth’s oceans, a short – by local standards, gentleman wandered into the third launch bay. This area contained a number of Menelmacari Tercáno shuttles. Like most Menelmacari vehicles, this one had the ability to make itself disappear, and even to disappear from many types of sensors.
It wasn’t that the gentleman, presently going by the name of Jason Kelly, was afraid. He was just of a mind to arrive ‘bearing the note and nothing more’ as such, when he stepped out of the shuttle, he would seem to come literally from nowhere. Weapons wise, he carried a ‘dagger drone’ and a number of communications devices. Needless to say, many, many people knew where he was.
Taking the shuttle into the upper atmosphere, he pointed it at the coordinates, and wondered what he would find.
The Beatus
11-11-2007, 00:16
The small cargo plane flew over the coordinates mentioned in the parchment Jim Lange tucked in the pocket of his jumpsuit just before jumping from the plane. His parachute opened perfectly and he glided down toward the location.