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Treda
Large Xamoyan turtle. Docile until provoked. Carnivore.
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Preza Beach
a character in “The Multiverse”
Description
Large Xamoyan turtle. Docile until provoked. Carnivore.
So begins...
Treda's Story
Clea Soban leaned back, clasping her hands behind her back. "Sergeant!" She called out, turning to one of the soldiers. "Send a transmission to the Ifriit, tell them we have a prisoner, I wish to learn more about them. Have Intelligence prepare the Aurora chair. I'm sure Director Angel will like to meet this boy!" She then turned back to Emile.
"Answer my simple inquiry, and the pain goes away."
"Answer my simple inquiry, and the pain goes away."
"Sir!" The Sergeant called out, replying to her order, and keying up the Radio.
"Ifriit, this is Landing Party, prepare to receive a prisoner, have Intelligence prepare an interrogation room."
"Ifriit, this is Landing Party, prepare to receive a prisoner, have Intelligence prepare an interrogation room."
The Soldier kept his ground, pointing the rifle at Keith. "Get on your knees, and put your hands on your head!"
Emile Fourneaux was about to learn about the Aschen in a first hand account it would seem. "Pain is nothing compared to the force of will." He dared the other. His breath was shaking, his pulse beating. Scared... scared was just a natural impulse.
"For a people so advanced, you have such tiny imaginations..." He fought with the weapons he had at his disposal.
"For a people so advanced, you have such tiny imaginations..." He fought with the weapons he had at his disposal.
Clea Soban turned to face the Condor, her eyes falling onto the angular hull of the craft. "This is a situation entirely of your own making. I merely wanted to inquire as to why you were staring at me. You resisted my soldiers, and now, you resist my line of questioning."
"I will find out who you are, and i will find out where you're from. And then, I will exterminate your people." She said arrogantly.
"I will find out who you are, and i will find out where you're from. And then, I will exterminate your people." She said arrogantly.
The Soldier slowly lowered his weapon, before taking a step forward, he would reach out and attempt to grab Keith by the arm, pulling him to his feet.
"You are a prisoner of the Empire!" The Soldier huffed.
"You are a prisoner of the Empire!" The Soldier huffed.
Emile Fourneaux hutch a little over. Perhaps not looking the most dignified at the moment. "Then maybe I should tell you names of my most hated enemies?" He cruelly mocked. "Or maybe I should tell you that a people so powerful cannot not even feel secure in others looking at them." Resistance was right.
"How many wars are you currently waging right now?"
"How many wars are you currently waging right now?"
Keith's leg struck the armored shin plate of the soldier's boot, and the soldier's leg would not budge. The Soldier swiftly moved to strike Keith with the butt of his rifle.
Clea Soban merely smiled at the boy, before she turned to call out to the Soldier fighting Keith.
"Corporal! We're returning to the Ifriit!"
She brought her attention back to Emile, and she smiled. "You won't have to tell me anything, once the IIA gets ahold of you."
She nodded to the soldiers restraining Emile, before she turned towards the ramp of the Condor.
"Corporal! We're returning to the Ifriit!"
She brought her attention back to Emile, and she smiled. "You won't have to tell me anything, once the IIA gets ahold of you."
She nodded to the soldiers restraining Emile, before she turned towards the ramp of the Condor.
The aramid fibers of the nanomesh under the elbow pad's joint did an excellent job of stopping the sword. The Soldier jerked away, and moved towards the encampment to rejoin his superior.
The pair of Aschen soldiers holding Emile began to usher him towards the ramp of the Condor VTOL behind Commander Soban.
Emile Fourneaux followed up the ramps. His body heaving in new found pains from the small broken things in his body. Blood trailed down his mouth and noise as he was slowly moving to be secured for transport. Yet at that moment... In the gaze of his captors. He noticed something small. Insignificant. Piece of ship metal on the ground jolting upwards. Intentionally he tried to SLIP on the ground.
Embedding that tiny piece into the bruise of his bad ribs. Coughing as he was trying to get back up with the new smuggled piece of shrapnel on him that he would need later!
Embedding that tiny piece into the bruise of his bad ribs. Coughing as he was trying to get back up with the new smuggled piece of shrapnel on him that he would need later!