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Topic Started: Sep 14 2009, 09:31 PM (247 Views)
johannmaximus	Sep 14 2009, 09:31 PM Post #1
Posts: 3 Group: Members Member #46 Joined: Sep 9, 2009 Items AR-10L, Colt M1911L HP 100	A flat, barren tundra, white in front of you, steel gray in the distance, blending into the clouds at the horizon. A bleak place, devoid of life, the Frostfolk call it the Deathlands. The wind is the only thing heard on the ground. If you were 40 miles up though, and had good hearing, you would hear the whine of a dropship, painted steel gray to blend in with the sky. If you were 40 miles up, and able to see the dropship, you would see blasts of hot air escaping from the side in conjunction with a fast steel gray object shooting out the side of it. If you could watch, you would see the dropship flee as fast as it could, up to an Ethos Battleship, that was supposed to be in a training exercise on an abandoned planet nearby. Later on, when the dropship was discovered, it would all be covered up as an accident, and that nobody or nothing was put on the planet. Meanwhile, if you were to look down, you would see the steel gray object free fall for a minute, than eject a parachute 5 miles up. That parachute would drag the now identifiable droppod all around the wind for 20 minutes, causing anybody who happened to be in there to become queasy, at least. Finally, the pod landed, right where it was supposed to go, if only the cops were as efficient as the weathermen. The hatch on the droppod flew from the pod like two strong magnets just introduced to the same pole, and landed about 30 feet away. Out pops a rifle, next a backpack with some equipment, and finally a man, wrapped in steel gray clothing, who picks up his steel gray backpack, and steel gray rifle. He sighs, tries to sigh, the wind drowns it out, and Johann wondered how he got stuck here, in a frozen wasteland, hunting an invisible killer.
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