Posted 09 January 2012 - 10:35 PM
Workin on it...
The look on Fester's face said it all as he grabbed the heavy gun and secured it to his back before he began to look around as if searching for something else.
Fury didn't describe it, murderous couldn't describe it, someone suffering for a long time because of it...THAT described it.
After a few seconds Fester grunted and looked at Walt who shrugged apologetically. "The back pack wasn't with the gun sir...sorry."
Fester nodded before he tossed a bolter to Iamme but addressed Walt. "Show him how to use it on the fly...we move now!"
Fester turned and clumped up the stairs again with Karen, Walt and Iamme following him, the two troopers looking grim, and I am me holding the unfamiliar weapon in his hands as he waited for Walt to instruct him. He never liked guns before, and he was sure after this he really wasn't going to like them.
Fester glared at the hole that Piaz had been taken down and his eyes seemed to smolder more before he raised his staff and with a primal scream green energy lashed out and ripped the hole wider and began to bore into the dirt, leading further into the underground. Karen frowned at the hole before she shrugged and stepped in after fester had with a mumbled, "Abandon all hope..."
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Piaz was extremely grossed out as she felt slime being poured on her. It was gooey, it was slimey, and it smelled like five kinds of ass...unwiped! She had wanted to vomit a few times, but she forced herself to keep swallowing because with her mouth caked shut, throwing up meant she was going to drown in her own vomit...
"Great," she thought to herself. "Gross myself out or death by grossness. Could things be worse?" she had no idea.
If her eyes had been open, she would have known horror. Three aliens stood over her, vomiting on her it seemed, freezing her in place, while all around her other victims of this despicable race of creatures were stuck against the walls in various states of decomposition, all with gaping holes in their chests...and behind the three aliens imprisoning her, a multitude of eggs waited to for their turn to deliver their cargo of pain and misery.
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Telgar's voice echoed out of the speaker as Dark trooper turned away from the com board and looked at his battle board again. "Was that wise Dark trooper? We need to combat this enemy together if we hope to succeed."
Dark Trooper frowned before he accepted the space telemetry sheet the lieutenant handed him and growled in the back of his throat. "I wasn't lying to fester...my worst fears have been confirmed. If you have senses that reach that far, scan the edge of this system and tell me what you see!"
Telgar's eyes flashed white for a few seconds before his voice came across the line again with a hint of awe in it. "By the gods..."
Dark trooper nodded as he threw the data sheet down. "Indeed. At the speed they are traveling, the Triad's spore ships will orbit this planet in less than two days...I hope you can rouse some of your friends...we are too far from imperial space to expect any help from there...until it is too late."
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Vixen waited until they had scrambled into the hole then began to search the house in earnest, going everywhere and anywhere that she had not searched before. "It has to be here...they said it would be here...where is it?"
As she went from room to room she began to feel a sense of panic as she began to realize the worst possible thoughts. Either it wasn't there, or he had hidden it so well that she would have to start destroying parts of the house to find it...and she didn't want to do that if she had to continue to stay here for any length of time.
Grumbling she opened the door to fester's bedroom and began to look there.
Help
Mad Hatter, on 31 December 2011 - 01:44 AM, said:
