11-10-2006, 07:29 AM
'I'm sure you will.' Auspex muttered. 'It'll make good entertainment...' He began walking towards the port out of the industrial area with the two Navis in tow, a corral of troopers surrounding him. 'Now my little Navis, the portal being installed will lead us into the first check garrison before we enter Necrophilus, the gateway to Vinitian.'
He turned towards Pyroman. 'Your pass code is 'Fur bag'.' Turning towards Slash. 'Your's is 'Thick 'Ed'. Every lock inside that garrison requires your code instead of a data thread. We will be resting at the checkpoint until Sundown.'
'While we're walking.' Auspex said, 'Any questions, ethical conflicts, any whining of sorts from winged Navi's, and anything else I haven't mentioned?'
Installed ahead sat a running gate manned with forty troopers. They ran along the catwalks, dug trenches, or formed sandbags from the victims of the purge. Their crimson armors gleaned grey sunlight, almost clean aside from data splotches in some areas. Two troopers monitored a control station directly before the gateway acess.
He turned towards Pyroman. 'Your pass code is 'Fur bag'.' Turning towards Slash. 'Your's is 'Thick 'Ed'. Every lock inside that garrison requires your code instead of a data thread. We will be resting at the checkpoint until Sundown.'
'While we're walking.' Auspex said, 'Any questions, ethical conflicts, any whining of sorts from winged Navi's, and anything else I haven't mentioned?'
Installed ahead sat a running gate manned with forty troopers. They ran along the catwalks, dug trenches, or formed sandbags from the victims of the purge. Their crimson armors gleaned grey sunlight, almost clean aside from data splotches in some areas. Two troopers monitored a control station directly before the gateway acess.