Post by MATHIS RYGDEA on Feb 6, 2013 7:28:29 GMT -5
i gotta live my life
shinin' like a diamond
TAG: Jihl Naboobs! I mean... Words: 670
ONE LAST THING: Sorry this took so long. @_@ Week started hectically.
ONE LAST THING: Sorry this took so long. @_@ Week started hectically.
Rygdea thought he’d never understand the big deal with rocks falling out of the sky outside of the apparent danger it presented to the top of people’s heads, but as always, when the guys with the ties back at the Academy pointed at something and told him it was important, Rygdea didn’t go to the trouble to question them. He just grabbed his helmet, his gun, and a team of mildly reliable troops and headed for the nearest airship where some of those same guys with ties waited for him. The lot of them sure weren’t big on human interaction, only playing around on those datapads of theirs and never even taking the first glance at anyone around them or the natural scenery passing by outside. Rygdea snickered under his breath at them as he stood towards the front of the ship, an elbow propped against the door to the cockpit. Only one bothered to look up at him, and Rygdea took the rare opportunity to say something to him. ”You guys ever think about gettin’ computers installed in yer eyes? Doesn’t look like ya need ‘em for anything else.” All he got in response was a rather sheepish look and silence before the man looked back to his equipment. Rygdea’s mouth tore into another grin. Sometimes he could understand why Fang hated all this technology.
”Sir! We’re picking up another ship and its crew near the place where the meteor fell.” Rygdea immediately peeled himself off the door and stepped forward to stand over the shoulder of the man working the fancy dashboard that kept them aware of the area. ”D’ya hail ‘em?” ”Yes sir. They’re on none of our normal frequencies.” Rygdea let out a light, generally unconcerned sigh, glancing to the other soldiers in the ship. Just what he needed today, a little bit of PSICOM. ”Welp, looks like we might needa be ready for more than dead-eyin’ rocks, boys.”
Rygdea stepped into the middle of them, planning to go ahead and give them the rundown before they all got themselves all wound up for a fight. Heck, much as he detested PSICOM, Rygdea didn’t even care to jack one of them in the jaw today – not over some damn rock, even if the scientists would go out of their little minds thinking they couldn’t get their scanners on the thing. He raised a hand to gesture at his mind as he spoke firmly to them. ”Look, keep yer heads, alright? We got as good a chance as any ta get in an’ get out without even so much as lookin’ at those traitors if the lot of ya behave. I don’t care how bad ya hate PSICOM – don’t start anything unless I give the order or they shoot first. Got it?” He got a solid chorus of yes sirs, compelling him to give them all a nod and retreat back to glance at the dashboard again as he felt the ship start to lower. The light in the passenger bay switched to yellow to signify they were landing, and Rygdea stepped forward to take his place by the door and lead the way out.
”Finish up those games of minesweeper, we got a rock ta check out, in case ya forgot,” he told the scientists, all of whom were slowly gathering their equipment together to prepare to exit just as they touched down, the light went green, and the door slid open to the whipping, humid wind that always seemed to hover in the area of Taejin’s Tower. That wind immediately caught Rygdea’s hair as he stepped out and surveyed the immediate area. Yep, surely enough, there was a hunk of rock poking out the top of a crater about a hundred yards away from them. Rygdea could see a ship in the distance, too, far opposite their own. Hopefully PSICOM would go running back to their little annexed planet once they realized they weren’t alone out here. ”Remember what I said, an’ lets get goin’.”
”Sir! We’re picking up another ship and its crew near the place where the meteor fell.” Rygdea immediately peeled himself off the door and stepped forward to stand over the shoulder of the man working the fancy dashboard that kept them aware of the area. ”D’ya hail ‘em?” ”Yes sir. They’re on none of our normal frequencies.” Rygdea let out a light, generally unconcerned sigh, glancing to the other soldiers in the ship. Just what he needed today, a little bit of PSICOM. ”Welp, looks like we might needa be ready for more than dead-eyin’ rocks, boys.”
Rygdea stepped into the middle of them, planning to go ahead and give them the rundown before they all got themselves all wound up for a fight. Heck, much as he detested PSICOM, Rygdea didn’t even care to jack one of them in the jaw today – not over some damn rock, even if the scientists would go out of their little minds thinking they couldn’t get their scanners on the thing. He raised a hand to gesture at his mind as he spoke firmly to them. ”Look, keep yer heads, alright? We got as good a chance as any ta get in an’ get out without even so much as lookin’ at those traitors if the lot of ya behave. I don’t care how bad ya hate PSICOM – don’t start anything unless I give the order or they shoot first. Got it?” He got a solid chorus of yes sirs, compelling him to give them all a nod and retreat back to glance at the dashboard again as he felt the ship start to lower. The light in the passenger bay switched to yellow to signify they were landing, and Rygdea stepped forward to take his place by the door and lead the way out.
”Finish up those games of minesweeper, we got a rock ta check out, in case ya forgot,” he told the scientists, all of whom were slowly gathering their equipment together to prepare to exit just as they touched down, the light went green, and the door slid open to the whipping, humid wind that always seemed to hover in the area of Taejin’s Tower. That wind immediately caught Rygdea’s hair as he stepped out and surveyed the immediate area. Yep, surely enough, there was a hunk of rock poking out the top of a crater about a hundred yards away from them. Rygdea could see a ship in the distance, too, far opposite their own. Hopefully PSICOM would go running back to their little annexed planet once they realized they weren’t alone out here. ”Remember what I said, an’ lets get goin’.”
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