Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25975584-20160501164811/@comment-25606723-20160509011220

Eureka Enderborn wrote: Tybereous wrote: Eureka Enderborn wrote:

"YOU ARE KNOWN TO US.

ENTER."

The Tarakian patrols enter an escort pattern and lead you through to a nearby planet. It's a planet of steel, a planet bristling with defensive weaponry of all sorts.

"YOU ARE FORTUNATE. HIGH WARCHIEF RAMSES IS AVAILABLE TO SPEAK WITH YOU."

You are told to land on a space station, where a shuttle waits to take you to the surface. The caped and armored figure and six armored guards step out of the cargo bay of their ship onto the space station. They all are equipped with mini-Rail Precision Rifles(RPRs(Or "Reapers")) and Plasma Shotguns. They are all over 7' 6", and the caped one looks like he might be over 8'. They silently walk to the shuttle and board it. All of their faces are covered, and the only hint at their nature is their armored tails and their height. The caped figure also appears to have some sort of sword on his waist.  They are met by an empty hangar. By the door at the end, a container of some kind protrudes from he wall.

"NO FOREIGN WEAPONRY ALLOWED BEYOND THIS POINT." "What do they think we'll do, kill their little warchief? What would that gain us? We would lose our Arbiter..." one of the guards mutters. "And our first allies."

"Is this how you treat those who wish to be honorable allies to you? There are seven of us, and no doubt thousands of you. Why would I give you my weapons? You would gain nothing." The taller Malum states in a somewhat stiff voice.