Dogma grew tiresome and bored of the mundane conversations. She wanted to stand up take her leave and her men, but they where going to get rest and get restocked so the least she could do was show her thanks.
"May I ask when we shall meet your lord?" She returned her attention to the commander and gave him a friendly smile.
gizmo couldnt help but glance over at dogma. gizmo thought she was very pretty, but he kept reminding himself that she was a council member too and probably enjoyed killing. but still there was something very mature about the way she talked. maybe it was just how she was 2 years older. gizmos projectophone started ringing. "uhh sir, may i pick that up?"
The Commanders eye's narrowed considerably. "Please be my guest." He turned to Dogma. His voice tones and posture resorted back to a commanding nature. " will escourt you to your men, but first, I'll have a medic clean you up. Food and clothing will be provided but it is my hope, that you will join me for dinner when Lord Sion arrives." He politely nodded to Gizmo and Chris. "I will meet you two later to decide your..., fates." He smiled.
gizmo blushed at the winkbut quickly turned his attention to the commanders words. with permission to answer his projectoid, gizmo took out the gadget and hit a couple of buttons
"hello?" gizmo said to the screen.
"gizmo! i read an interesting report about here about you causing trouble in farsnek" the voice was playful and kind but hard.
"my lord, its just a slight missunderstanding, wrong job at the wrong time" gizmo said addressing Masso like any other soldier would.
"i understand youve fallen under the watch of versh? haha tell him Masso says hi."
"your not going to come get me?!" gizmo said losing his attention and speaking freely.
"youre old enough to handle things on your own giz. and your a grunt, it wouldnt look good for me to give you special attention. the other commanders would think ive gone soft and then id lose respect. no your on your own."
gizmo sat in silence
"yes sir" he muttered back into the screen and the call ended
The server spoke. "Drink sir?"
***
The Commander led Dogma down several large, wide corridors, on their high ceilings, drapes in a red with a gold trim hung down and were crisscrossed. Paintings, beautiful landscapes and portraits of various scenes were suspended upon the rich velvet red walls and the marble tiled floor spoke of the riches this city had gained. Commander Versh paused to open a door. The single guard inside the room didnt even salute or even acknolege him but, simply put, backed out another door in quiet respect for his leader. "My lady you may avail of the wash rooms here and I'll send a med-tech along shortly." He smiled and turned to leave.
Dogma turned back to the commander. "Thank you." Dogma made use of the wash rooms. Not being able to take a proper shower for days had taken the toll on her. She scouted around and made sure no one was in the room with her. With that she disrobed and basked in a warm shower. After the quaint shower she dried off and found a complementary robe. After equipping the robe she took some RNR.
Originally posted by Jedireaper
The server spoke. "Drink sir?"***
The Commander led Dogma down several large, wide corridors, on their high ceilings, drapes in a red with a gold trim hung down and were crisscrossed. Paintings, beautiful landscapes and portraits of various scenes were suspended upon the rich velvet red walls and the marble tiled floor spoke of the riches this city had gained. Commander Versh paused to open a door. The single guard inside the room didnt even salute or even acknolege him but, simply put, backed out another door in quiet respect for his leader. "My lady you may avail of the wash rooms here and I'll send a med-tech along shortly." He smiled and turned to leave.
"Nah, you don't serve anything strong enough to tide me over, missy." Jake let out a laugh and didn't care who heard. "Oh and nice try on getting me drunk and hauling me off to jail."
"Worth a shot." The soldier pressed a reciever on his com box. It beeped the, now twelve guards outside the bar. They waited pateintly. "Well it was a good plan huh, see ya' around." He just walked out the door, leaving the rebel at the table.
The server girl came back over with the drink. "Where did the soldier go?" She asked looking around. She then sighed. "Thats the third person to do that to me." She looked at Jake for a moment then turned around with a flirty wink and a festive smile she walked away.
The guards reacted with speed, immediatly blocking off the 'whole street'. The guard who had taken him to the pub approached the rebel. His sword back in his posession. He smiled. ((Kill him but give him some glory. I'll let you decide.))
Word had been reached by the Commander. He was on his way at this very moment.
Originally posted by Jedireaper
The medic arrived and politely knocked. "I was sent to check you over Miss Dogma." He opened the door and peered in. "Anybody in here?" He didnt see through the steam that seemed to cloak the room. He smiled as the steam cleared. Fans sucked it away.
Dogma Jumped up from her seat. She was just resting but as the medic came in she greeted him. " Oh hello"
Originally posted by Jedireaper
The guards reacted with speed, immediatly blocking off the 'whole street'. The guard who had taken him to the pub approached the rebel. His sword back in his posession. He smiled. ((Kill him but give him some glory. I'll let you decide.))Word had been reached by the Commander. He was on his way at this very moment.
Jake didn't speak a word. He just stood there and stared down the guard. Before the guard could react, Jake removed his pistol and shot a thicker part of his armor to make him move. The guard rushed his with his sword and successfully removed the weapon from Jake's hand. Forcing him to the ground and holding the sword to his throat he waited for begging. Jake laughed heartily which threw the man off his guard. The next move was precise and fluid like. The only think that was heard was a loud shot and the guard falling over. Now, acting as if it was something he did everyday, retrieved his weapon and just shook his head. "Told you, you were gunna die."
Every move made him jump. Every sound made him spin around, anticipating an attack. Tanaka couldn't remember having showed so much fear in his life. But here he was now, more scared than a mouse trapped by a cat. He had a hunch that he was growing closer to the prison where his allies were being held, but he couldn't be positive. Turning a corner, he became certain that the building in front of him was the prison.
That was because of the numerous guards now charging towards him.
Now Tanaka's fear evaporated. He never showed fear in a fight. Drawing his blades from his backpack and strapping them on, he too charged at his enemy. A slash, and a guard's neck was slit. Another, and another was decapitated. It was over in a matter of minutes. Tanaka came out on top, with a few scratches on his arm and a rather horrible gash along his back, but overal he was OK. Cleaning off his blades, he moved into the prison to complete the hardest part of his mission.