WHO: Prince Gorak
WHERE: Planet Leche
The Prince knew that he didn’t want to hang around to find out if these people were acting so extreme because of the PheroMoan or if they really were crazy. Well he surmised the monkey, at least, was crazy.
The Prince also knew how to spot an opportunity as well. During the girl’s distraction he very casually and in a non-threatening manner reached into the escape pod and pulled out a dark purple cloak and then calmly tied it into place.
Vace (not impressed): “Hey you! Hold still. You can die with all that foppery for all I care. Beat it, sis! He can’t be trusted.”
Vace raised his gun to fire. “Please Vace!”, Van said as she pulled the gun out of line.
The Romulon touched the cloak’s brooch and disappeared. The Romulons, you see, were masters of cloak technology and this cloaking cloak was a marvel that only the royal class could afford.
Vace (aghast): “What the!?! The cloak has a cloak!!” He freed his weapon hand and fired a wild shot at the Romulon’s last location.
The projectile struck close enough for the prince to know that he just barely had enough time to grab the Survival and Domination pack and make a hasty retreat for the door.
The man who left first had a shuttle, that much was certain, and Gorak wanted a ride. Besides, from the man’s running gait Gorak could tell the man had some culture and refinement to him. He moved like a dancer. Someone he could communicate with.
WHERE: Planet Leche
The Prince knew that he didn’t want to hang around to find out if these people were acting so extreme because of the PheroMoan or if they really were crazy. Well he surmised the monkey, at least, was crazy.
The Prince also knew how to spot an opportunity as well. During the girl’s distraction he very casually and in a non-threatening manner reached into the escape pod and pulled out a dark purple cloak and then calmly tied it into place.
Vace (not impressed): “Hey you! Hold still. You can die with all that foppery for all I care. Beat it, sis! He can’t be trusted.”
Vace raised his gun to fire. “Please Vace!”, Van said as she pulled the gun out of line.
The Romulon touched the cloak’s brooch and disappeared. The Romulons, you see, were masters of cloak technology and this cloaking cloak was a marvel that only the royal class could afford.
Vace (aghast): “What the!?! The cloak has a cloak!!” He freed his weapon hand and fired a wild shot at the Romulon’s last location.
The projectile struck close enough for the prince to know that he just barely had enough time to grab the Survival and Domination pack and make a hasty retreat for the door.
The man who left first had a shuttle, that much was certain, and Gorak wanted a ride. Besides, from the man’s running gait Gorak could tell the man had some culture and refinement to him. He moved like a dancer. Someone he could communicate with.
posted by Larcen at 5/06/2006 08:20:00 PM
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