//We have not been transferred from the detention and or research facility in which you previously returned to cognizance. Additional suspected security forces have been placed in immediate threat/detection range. Warning!!! Security forces appear to be aware of your cognizance regardless of your attempts to conceal it. //
“Right…” ‘Muck’ sighed to himself as he rolled his head to the side and opened his eyes, only to have impulse over-ride circumspection as he blurted out; “Seriously? Who does your hair, John Romita?”
Clearly, the blue haired man in the military uniform with what Muck thought of as ‘Wolverine peaks’, both did not get the joke, over and above the way said soldier instantly drew his sidearm at Muck identified him as both a soldier and one who had apparently been born with NO sense of humor… or history. Which meant this young warrior was probably going to be seriously bound by the letter of the local regulations. The corollary of that would be his guard would be far too willing to shoot first and probably never bother to ask ANY questions what so EVER! Muck figured he could well survive such an encounter, but however it ended it would not be a ‘Good Ending’ in the terms Muck used to judge such things.
“What? Who?” his blue haired captor blurted in response before his captors training took over, as shown by his captors change in stance and body language. “What is your Name, Rank, and Identification!”
“Rather doubt I have any rank or identification you would be able to authenticate, soldier; but my Name is Thunders. Micheal Thunders. Don’t suppose you’d be willing to share your name?”
“Gamlin Kizaki.” This information was followed by a general stiffening of his captor’s body language, which Muck assumed meant his guard had not intended to reveal that information and was trying to regain control of the situation.
//CAUTION!!!//
\\ Warning acknowledged. Return to Standby! \\
//Acknowledged. Transferring suppositions based on observations. //\
“Relax, Warrior of the clan Kizaki. Well, relax as much as I expect the Micloned offspring of a Meltran and Zentran will ever be able t0 do.”
“WHAT?!? How?”
“Sorry, Gamlin, but I think I am about to lose consciousness a.. gai… n…
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“Right…” ‘Muck’ sighed to himself as he rolled his head to the side and opened his eyes, only to have impulse over-ride circumspection as he blurted out; “Seriously? Who does your hair, John Romita?”
Clearly, the blue haired man in the military uniform with what Muck thought of as ‘Wolverine peaks’, both did not get the joke, over and above the way said soldier instantly drew his sidearm at Muck identified him as both a soldier and one who had apparently been born with NO sense of humor… or history. Which meant this young warrior was probably going to be seriously bound by the letter of the local regulations. The corollary of that would be his guard would be far too willing to shoot first and probably never bother to ask ANY questions what so EVER! Muck figured he could well survive such an encounter, but however it ended it would not be a ‘Good Ending’ in the terms Muck used to judge such things.
“What? Who?” his blue haired captor blurted in response before his captors training took over, as shown by his captors change in stance and body language. “What is your Name, Rank, and Identification!”
“Rather doubt I have any rank or identification you would be able to authenticate, soldier; but my Name is Thunders. Micheal Thunders. Don’t suppose you’d be willing to share your name?”
“Gamlin Kizaki.” This information was followed by a general stiffening of his captor’s body language, which Muck assumed meant his guard had not intended to reveal that information and was trying to regain control of the situation.
//CAUTION!!!//
\\ Warning acknowledged. Return to Standby! \\
//Acknowledged. Transferring suppositions based on observations. //\
“Relax, Warrior of the clan Kizaki. Well, relax as much as I expect the Micloned offspring of a Meltran and Zentran will ever be able t0 do.”
“WHAT?!? How?”
“Sorry, Gamlin, but I think I am about to lose consciousness a.. gai… n…
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Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to rock the sky?
Thats' every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry!
NO QUARTER!
No Quarter by Echo's Children
Thats' every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry!
NO QUARTER!
No Quarter by Echo's Children