*Persi is practicing by himself on a wooden man. Xi walks oit of the lockers in uniform.* Xi, as he walks out of the gym: See ya Persi. We'll have to fonish that match next time! Persi: Yeah, see you...
*Xi and Persi had abandoned kendo forms. Xi had his sword backwards, the back of the blade running up his arm and he was crouched with a hand infront of him. Persi had both hands on sword, his elbow back and the tip pointing at Xi.* Persi, emotionless: You sure you want to do this? Xi: I think it's time to tske off the…
*Persi and Xi stop, and Persi helps Xi up again.* Persi, muttering to Xi: You think that's Tylus? Xi, muttering back: I would assume so. Persi: I wonder what will happen... Xi: We should start again. *They start fighting again.*
*Persi shakes his head.* Persi: I'm somewhat of a social outcast. I don't have that many friends among the Intonkkan. *He smiles sadly.* Xi: Uh, come on P. Let's start. *They walk off, and put on the masks. They assume stances after acknowledging each other traditionally. Then starts a rapid exchange of blows, but none…
*Persi rubs the back of his neck.* Persi: Yes. I was part of the clan that found Salam... I mean Terry. *He looks off* Persi, muttering: Though we do have differences of opinion... on everything... Xi: Don't get melancholy. We're here to practice, not complain about horrible relatives. You want in on this Tara or are you…
He seems very... eager to get his hands on the British Isles. Perhaps you should just give it to him to prevent thermonuclear war? Either way I don't particularly care. I have to go straighten out Egypt. They keep calling me Pharoah and all that just because I look a little but like the last Ra... By Ba'al, if this gets to…
*Persi and Xi walk out of the lockers, in kendo outfits with the masks and swords.* Persi: So, what was the name of this again? Kundi? Kindu? Xi: Kendo. It's the way of the sword. Not particularly my culture, but it's pretty similar and fun. I should get you to try some sushi next! *Xi laughs and then notices Tara A.* Xi:…
I do have a question. What's up with that Ryan guy? I think it was against one of the Sovereigns laws to allow a low minion like him to have an arsenal like that. Or is it a contellation prize for giving him Greenland? *Shiver* Uhhhn, Greenland...
Damn, if I had known that such a position was open, I might have come to you instead of Ba'al... ah, but there are so many advantages to being one of his assassin's... Anyway, tattoo kid and the rest have been taken care of. They niw recognize the Grand Regime as their Sovereign government... Now it's up to Ba'al to decide…
Gerrard sighs and relaxes, his shoulders slumping. He hasn't had to pull rank and affiliation for almost three years now, when he first arrived on the ship. He can remember that day like it was yesterday. He stands, and leaves the holodeck, taking the visor and glove with him. It shuts down behind him. He hopes that Drake…
OOC: Kinda of a inductory mission thing. If he succeeds with his current one, he'll be given full agent status. And let's just add that only three people knew, and now there are only two... and it doesn't include Gerrard. "I have honourary obsidian access. If you wish, contact Drake. He... might confirm it. It depends on…
Gerrard sighs. "I am Lieutenant Serranstivlen Sakkhet of the U.S.S. Yucatan. I am currently undercover for Section 31 on the pirate ship War Hawk. I came into posession of this equipment when I found it in the house of Cadet Aiel L'lwyn, who has been kidnapped by a group of Hirogen under the pay of an unknown enemy,…
"My name is Gerrard." he replies, quickly going to plan B and improvising. " I need you to send a message to the handler of Aiel L'lwyn. She has been captured by Hirogen in the planet of New Romulus. Please?" he adds as an afterthought.
OOC: *Cough, cough* Sorry... "Well, this one certainly is interesting. Guess I'll have to hack." Gerrard mutters, so the visor can't hear him. He quickly orders the holodeck to make a console that can connect to the computer, and sets up a wireless connection to the visor. "Well, let's see if I can get through a Fed…
Not to mention that this legion might have been equiped with a balistae. And also it depends on the commanders. I could have the Romans win by burning the forest or turning it into fortifications using the great engineering that they typically did. Or the klingons could win by using skirmish techniques. It could go either…