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~SaintlyTurkey~	Jun 28 2009, 03:48 AM
Fragment Posts: 197 Group: Roleplayer Member #63 Joined: Oct 12, 2008	The Free Vulture rattled, shook and broke as it forced itself through G79's atmosphere. The ship was built originally for space journey, but it had been modified to withstand landing on a planet with an atmosphere. Although to be fair, it hadn't been modified very well, and thats only if you count sticking crude landing gear on the sides of the ship as 'modified'. Saul Tylerkov, captain of the Free Vulture ran around the cockpit, screaming orders to his pilots as his ship plummeted towards the ground. To the back of the cockpit, stood three men, one big, one small, and one round. The small one was a hunched over little creep known as Dekker Rassi, the one who'd hired the Free Vulture to deliver them here. The ship's attempted landing had worried him so much he'd left his quarters without combing his hair over his bald patch. The round one was Dr. Declan, an archaeologist Rassi had hired. He was immensely obese, actually requiring a mechanical exoskeleton to move his legs, and two synthetic hearts to carry on living. The big one was Set Varacrombie. Rassi's bodyguard. He surveyed the scene in the cockpit through his mirrored goggles, a perpetual metal snarl on his lipless face. "Engines have failed! Wait hold on... Ones working!" one of the pilots yelled. "And the landing gear is working as well!" Saul ran up to the pilot's viewport, complete with a holographic map of the surrounding area. After a few seconds surveying it, he turned to the pilot. "What about that ravine? Land us there!" They were slowly veering towards the ravine when another ship, obviously designed to land on planets swooped down and landed there. "Sod it!" Saul screamed, as he turned back to the map. "Just land us near the ruins or the dig site or whatever it is those creeps at the back want!" --- Two mercenarys were sat guarding the edge of the site, sat on metal boxes, rifles in their arms. The first, a squat little man with an enormous boil on the end of his nose and brown teeth looked up at the sky in boredom. Just in time to see the Free Vulture fall out of the sky, and land right in front of them. The second Merc, a big woman with shaved hair and a mechanical eye got up, coughing through the dust brought up by the ship's landing. She checked the rifle's magazine, and walked towards the ship, her partner in tow. The dust cleared, revealing a joke of a ship barely standing on some shiny new landing gear that was just welded to the sides. Someone had scratched Free Vulture into the hull, above a sealed door which promptly sprang open. A small little man with a comb-over jumped out, hands in the air. "Dont shoot! he squealed as he held up a slip of paper for the mercs to see. "I am Dekker Rassi! I was sent with my colleagues to help Doctor Tholburn, as you can see from my credentials!" Of course, they were fake, but of impeccable quality. No one was going to be able to tell they weren't supposed to be there. The two mercs looked through the paper, as Set and Doctor Declan came out of the ship, hands above their heads. "OK" Said Boil nose. "Everything seems to be in order. Go and see Doctor Tholburn first before you do whatever it is your supposed to be doing though." He handed back the paper to Rassi, who snatched it away and walked into the site, Set and Declan following him. Edited by SaintlyTurkey, Jun 30 2009, 07:26 AM.
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