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 Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 10:15 am
"I suppose you're right. As I said, I'm still on duty. I suppose they'll transmit my orders via comlink if I've to go and provide my support." Skah proceeded to crack his neck and let out a long sigh "And as for that Johnson man taking over the federation... I'd hate to see what foolish jobs he'd have us off-worlders doing. Probably assigned to guard duty, in an unimportant 'alien' sector, for the rest of our tour."
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 6:11 pm
Kray puts his arms out as instructed. "I guess I am ready. When ever you are."
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 2:18 pm
Luca laughed. "You've never met Johnson, have you?" He asked.
Quickpaw held the armor up to Krayton and it anchored itself to his skin, stretching itself around his limbs and torso. "One size fits all." Shi said.
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 6:17 pm
"Well, that must come in handy, especially for the larger races out there. This does come off, right?" Kray kinda jokes on that last part, giving a smirk.
"So, what else can this armor do?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 6:26 pm
"There's a switch under a metal plate in the armor's side that makes it come off." Quickpaw explained. "The armor itself doesn't do anything but sheild you, all of the gadgets are in the helmet." Shi took a helmet off the rack on the wall and handed it to Krayton.
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 6:27 pm
((So sorry that I haven't had time to post, I've been 4 states away from my home, and just got ahold of a computer.))
Steering her flightcraft into the docking bay, Tay soon entered through the halls, her boots clciking on the floor. She scratched her neck softly with one of her pistols, a blank look on her narrow face.
"Oh crap...how do I find out who's in charge? If only I wasn't so scatterd-brained..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 6:29 pm
"So then, what does this thingy do?" Kray asks as he takes the helmet, looking inside and turning it around. He is inspecting it, seeing what it there.
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 6:36 pm
Quickpaw laughed a little. "Put it on and you'll see." Shi said. "Sensors in the helmet tell the visor when the helmet's in use, then all of the functions automatically turn on."
"You need to see the Admiral." A voice echoed into Tay's ear from her uni-com. The voice was Garrek's, but he didn't really expect her to know that already. "And please, be sure to disarm yourself before you get to her quarters."
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 6:43 pm
"Alright then. On it goes." Kray places his helmet on his head, watching as the screen flickers to life on its own.
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 6:48 pm
"You can switch the visor's sensors to X-ray, normal, heat sensor, or scanner by hitting the button on the side of your helmet." Quickpaw said.
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 6:49 pm
Tay yelped shrilly as the voice sounded in her ear, and she immeidatly ripped the earpice out. "Alright alright, I'll disarm myself. Sheesh..." Grumbling, she unbuckled her belt, sliding the four pistls out of their holsers, and dropped them on the floor. Boxes upon boxes of ammunition was pulled out, several daggers from inside her boots, some small explosives out of her pockets, a hacking nanochip from behind her ear, and other odds and ends, Soon the pile was rather large. (I know I'm not supposed to have that many weapons, she only uses her pistols. That stuff's all for show.)
Running a hand through messy, chestnut colored hair, she continued down the halls to the Admiral's room, gulping slightly.
Please don't let me be sent to anoter sector...
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 6:51 pm
Kray cycles through each of the settings that was described, pushing the switch on the side of his helm.
"Interesting."
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 6:59 pm
The door in front of Tay slid open to reveal the circular room with the meeting table in the center. Admiral Dega was already in the chair at the end of the table, reading something in a book. "Sit please..." She said. The admiral was, without a doubt, a lot smaller then Tay; but spoke with strong authority.
Night returned with Kray's gun. He had added a better scope, switched the old barrel with a longer one, and even cleaned the gun up for it's owner.
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 7:04 pm
Nervously, Tay took her tail in both hands, holding onto it for a bit of comfort. She had some bad experiences with authority, and could be a bit rebellious by nature. "Admiral Dega? I'm Tayorion Nikou, pilot of the Featherspace 13, from Sector 7. I was sent here by General Miro as some assistance for the infestation...um..." She smoothed her hair back again, wraping a small strand around her gloved finger.
"I hope you'll comply, I really wouldn't like to go back..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 7:05 pm
"Thanks. That extra range will come in handy." Kray is ready to take the gun back.
(You know, Kray still hasn't taken a shower yet. rofl )
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