DR's game--Episode I: Alliances

"So you officers, we could use you if you want the job! Is the General really worth dying here for?" Boolan shouts out.

stop shooting.

Guys, there's still a pilot firing at you...

(((Um, okay I'm lost could sum1 fill me in)))

You are with Xornon, who is clinging to the outside of the ship having started cutting through the escape pod. You are waiting for the rest of the team to drop you a line that they've gotten into the bridge.

I Shoot that pilot.
"Surrender! You will not be harmed"

Yakov looks restless. "Hurry up." he whispers uneasily. It was an intuation thing that was setting in.

((who are u with Tela??))

(u on the outside of the ship)

(( ah ok))
After disableing the ship i radio the others. "Common guys, lets get a move on, we're getting kinda antsy out here"

Yakov smiled. Xornon was definately a cool character. He would have to learn more about him.(Not meant the way it might sound)

Dent, you hit the pilot. One of the officers dives behind a table, the other drops his weapon and puts his hands on his head.

Xornon, you hear Xerdon's voice on the comm: "Be patient, we had a little skirmish just now."

I glance at Yakov and sigh. "Patience is not a virtue I am well versed in, how about you?"

Yakov gave a small laugh. "Me neither." he said. His eyes darted looking from one thing to the next.

"glad you see it this way. now tell me where the General is or you'll end up like your friends"
*Motions to dead bodys*

Dent, you hear the guard behind the table digging around in his jacket pocket...
The other one acts nervous, shuffling around, eyes darting from place to place. "General? Uh... What general?", he says, sounding anxious.

Tanon puts one of his blasters up to the guard behind the table's head.

"Don't think about it pal."

Tanon, the guard takes both hands out of his pockets and puts them up in the air.

Tanon takes a couple steps back, giving himself some space between him and the guard.

"That's right, don't move. Now, tell me where this General is...While you're doing it, pick your nose with one hand and unzip your jacket with the other, slowly."

Boolan rushes around the table and aims a harsh kick to the other officers stomach and whizzes his force pike blade around to rest against his throat "Dont be silly now, I am an expert with this and I like slicing humans (they are human right?) apendages off!" Boolan says "Slowly..." He adds menacingly.
"Right are you bothe going to be sensible and help us or do we dice?"