Kahr Diak
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Post by Kahr Diak on May 16, 2015 0:06:38 GMT
Heat, sand, and the vague concern that one’s brains might be boiling inside one’s skull.
The deep desert couldn't be much further from the icy hell that Kahr’s previous mission had taken place in. Thankfully, where that one had been a rather solitary expedition, this one has proven far more social. The most difficult part had been finding the group to begin with; after that, it had been the easiest thing in the world to sneak up on their camp after dark, grab one of the guards, and just…
Well. Let’s just say that Kahr isn't feeling quite so hungry as usual.
The camp itself was sprawling, but in many ways that played to Kahr’s advantage. The uniform was heavy and uncomfortable on the Bio-Android’s body – just a little bit too big, really, but that helped to hide the unconscious shifting of their tendrils when they weren’t paying attention. For much of the day, Kahr has simply wandered around the camp, getting the lay of the land and trying to figure out whether the item they had been told to recover from this ‘archaeological expedition’ was even here. The biggest challenge had been remembering not to put down the gun… as though it was of any use whatsoever.
Then, there was some excitement, and shouted demands for guards. That was, Kahr presumed, their cue.
There were two factions in play here. There were two men – one wearing a ridiculous fedora and with a whip at his hip, the other older and with a prodigious beard, both facing off against four men who were wearing far, far too much leather for this terrain. On a table in front of them, Kahr observed the item in question – no larger than a soda pop can, the intricate relic depicted some sort of stylized pig (or perhaps a boar?) in gold, with its arms raised above its head. There were six other men on the side of the leather-clad individuals, wearing military fatigues and holding guns pointed directly at the two designated heroes of the piece. Kahr moved quickly to take their position in the ‘scary guard’ role.
“Well, Doctor Brown, it seems we have reached an impasse.” Said the leather-clad man in the middle, removing his spectacles and polishing them in a way clearly designed to intimidate, though it didn't seem to be working all that well. “As you know, we will not be allowing you to take the Golden Buta. It will be returned to the Commander, where its properties can be put to … their proper use.”
“You’re insane!” Shouted the man in the hat – Mr. Brown, it seemed. “It belongs in a museum!”
A small child that had remained unnoticed by Kahr until that very moment peeked out from behind the man in the hat, “You tell him, California! I got your back!”
Kahr shook their head, pursing their lips thoughtfully. In terms of sheer logic, it would be best to wait until the two sides had settled their dispute and then take the statue from the victors. But that would cause rather a lot of bloodshed, and it seemed … wasteful somehow.
“Indeed you have.” Said the leader of Kahr’s fellow soldiers. “Unfortunately, we will be shooting him in the front. I will see you in the Next Dimension, I am sure…” He raised his hand.
"You monster, Heinrich." Muttered the older man, "I should have known better than to trust you."
The soldiers around Kahr cocked their weapons, and that was the moment the Bio-Android decided to make their move.
A blur of motion, and Kahr abandons the gun, and much of the uniform for that matter. Quite suddenly, the tanned, androgynous figure – in nothing but a white tanktop with the Blue Banner Army logo across it, camouflage pants and combat boots – is standing astride the table. Both ‘California Brown’ and the soldiers look on in astonishment.
“What is the meaning of this?!”
“Is he on our side California?”
Three serpentine tentacles burst from Kahr’s back, along with the spined, powerful tail, all four extra limbs curled and thrashed, the tentacles opening to reveal snarling teeth and lashing, eager tongues.
“I don’t know kid, I hope so!”
“My name is Kahr Diak.” The Bio-Android’s words are spoken clearly and calmly, as their fingers flex, and they stared down the threats immediately in front of them. The air about Kahr shimmered, and then erupted outwards in a burst much like a heatwave, rolling apparently harmlessly through the gathered individuals – out through the whole camp, in fact.
Inside the communications tent, a small team immediately became a highly energized, incredibly panicked one.
“This artefact is being seized by the Blue Banner Army under the authority of Administrator Azure. All individuals involved in the unearthing and conspiracy to steal prohibited items will be brought in for questioning or terminated. Backup will not be coming. Stand down your men.”
If it weren't for how incredibly, impossibly calm Kahr sounded, it might well have been a joke. They are just one, against the entire camp? But they are standing literally astride their objective, and they clearly just did… something, no matter what it was.
The only question left, really, was whether these individuals would prove determined or foolish enough to try their luck … and whether Kahr could actually handle it if they did, of course. It sure would have been nice to have some backup here...
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Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on May 16, 2015 21:24:57 GMT
(Thread PL: 3,075,392)
It had been a very long time since Vi-Poi had been in these reaches of the Fortuneteller's Desert. The last he’d been in this area was his adventure with Zhang Liang, and so Vi-Poi felt compelled to where the mercenary costume he’d donned hwne under the pseudonym of Golem. Thus, he flew across the shimmering golden dunes in a small and bulbous gyrocopter, the noisy machine sputtering up great wafts of black smoke from its oily motor. Battered, red-painted battle armor was pulled snugly over a standard issue grey jumpsuit. Blue jeans, Ostrich Chicken-boy boots, and dusty goggles completed the appearance of a down-on-his-luck freelancer. Vi-Poi’s slender and pale, boyish face was smeared with copious amounts of oil above his butterscotch tartan scarf, and bullet bandoliers jangled loudly from the small clan flag rising from his shoulder. The flag was black, with the Jolly Rodgers skull and crossbones, the well-known symbol for sky pirates.
Vi-Poi suddenly regretted not wearing an eyepatch.
He steered the gyrocopter towards the large power he sensed, where the pig idol was reported, and his newest operative had been sent on retrieval. Since Bigby’s betrayal, he had focused much more on getting deeply involved with the first missions of his fledgling KAOS members, and the Bio-Android Kahr was the first he would vet in such a manner. Kahr’s reported history was a strange one, one he would want to learn more about after their initial meet. When the chopper rose over the next dune, the bio-android was revealed in all its tentacle-y glory. Was it an it? Sometimes non-gender specific constructs preferred to be called their or them, especially if they were a collection of composite material.
He landed the gyrocopter in front of a large tent in a cloud of golden sand, where the confrontation over the artifact was taking place. The magic pig in question, dubbed the Golden Buta by ancient lore, was suspected to be a ritual-triggered Class 5 Materializer with poorly understood Transdimensional Properties. Any artifact with a power above Class 4 was exceedingly rare, and a Class 5 Materializer was only a couple orders of magnitude below the Dragon Balls in energy.
The Golden Buta was the second reason Vi-Poi had come.
“Hello!” Vi-Poi said in a cheerful voice, hosting a large RPG-launcher over his shoulder and springing from the seat of his gyrocopter, somersaulting in the air before landing at Kahr’s side. He knew it wasn’t completely realistic – no normal mercenary could leap so high, but he had little need to pretense. The disguise was more for his own amusement.
“Kahr, is it? It’s good to meet you. Are you an it or them?” He asked to the tanned and dark-haired being, a friendly smile on his face. He peered over to the gathering soldiers and scavengers. “They look pretty scared. That’s smart of them. But they look stupid, too. What can you do with those tentacles?” He asked curiously, eager to see a combat demonstration of his newest Ki Assault Operations Squad member.
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Kahr Diak
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Post by Kahr Diak on May 16, 2015 22:21:17 GMT
(Because I forgot to mention it in post 1 - Thread PL is 5,219. Random Soldiers are PL 500, the short-lived Evil Bad Guy Leader was PL 1000, California Brown is PL 5523, his 'Kid Companion' is PL 200, and his 'Old Companion' is PL 100. Vi-Poi may feel free to snigger as appropriate.)
It is fair to say that none of the gathered individuals really know what to do when the oddly-dressed figure jumps into their midst. Truth be told, Kahr had been far too distracted by the pressure to make sure they didn't get shot to pieces to really… notice, the approaching diesel-powered machine. When the ‘pirate’ within leaps to stand next to them…
Kahr was dumbfounded. It is almost possible to hear the cogs whirling in the Bio-Android’s brain… figuratively, of course, as Dr. Vronts had been far more advanced in his construction of the neural matrix than that. This individual did not immediately match any other individual that Kahr knew from reports or face to face, but they know Kahr’s name. They are cheerful, completely unconcerned with the force in front of them, and they are concerned with Kahr's performance.
Best case scenario: Blue Banner Army backup, in some form, has arrived.
Worst case scenario: An extremely ballsy and well-informed pirate is about to steal the Golden Buta and Kahr will have to fight them after dealing with the current situation.
Well. A potential problem is better than an actual one.
“You may refer to me in any way which makes you comfortable.” Kahr said, at last. “In strictly accurate terms, I do not have reproductive org—“
“YOU THINK PERHAPS THIS IS SOME KIND OF JOKE?!”
It was as though the leather-clad commander had awoken from a daydream. His angered screech spurred the soldiers into action as well, raising their weapons where they had been beginning to droop.
“Kill them all!”
The order given, the soldiers react predictably. It is in their nature, really, and it isn’t fair to blame them – though certain tribunals would no doubt differ on that point. The staccato thud-thud-thud of bullets in the air is cause for Kahr’s brow to furrow, and the Bio-Android closed their eyes briefly; dozens of bullets in just a few seconds, coming in towards Kahr, The Mysterious Pirate Interloper, and California Brown’s party.
This mysterious stranger wanted to see what Kahr was capable of? Well. If they are an ally, it will behove Kahr to impress them; if they are an enemy, it will do just as well to intimidate them.
Kahr pirouettes, sweeping low to the ground as they advance, and to the unfortunate soldiers, it is as though Kahr simply ceased to exist in front of them. To Vi-Poi, of course, it is child’s play to track the Bio-Android’s movements, but they do a good job of evading the fire, and when they reappear amongst the soldiers, it is in a flurry of brutally efficient motions.
Ordinarily, Kahr might try to be more gentle, but they simply do not have the time here. They take what they can get, which ends with two soldiers pinned beneath one heavily-booted foot, two more caught beneath their armpits, grabbed in tight headlocks, and the ‘leader’ of the expedition… well.
That’s where the tentacles have come into play. Two bite hard into the man’s knees, chewing voraciously. At best, the man will never walk again, not without serious medical attention. If it were not for the third, clamped tight about his neck, he would probably have screamed. As it was, Kahr just spoke with calm, clipped tones.
“If the rest of you put down your weapons now, you will be brought in for questioning.”
The two still-conscious and not… dying, soldiers now seem to be taking the Bio-Android’s earlier remarks rather more seriously.
Behind him, though, Vi-Poi can hear something else. A horrified gasp; the sort that can only be born from true innocence.
“Oh my God, Cali! What is it?! And what is it DOING?!”
“I don’t know kid, but we’re getting the hell out of here!”
This is followed by the smart crack of a whip. If Vi-Poi doesn't act, Doctor California Brown will snatch up the statue in that strip of tightly-bound leather, and snap it right back to his palm, before taking off – along with his young and old companions – right in the direction of the very gyrocopter that Vi-Poi had brought into the fray!
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Post by Vi-Poi on May 19, 2015 19:45:01 GMT
Vi-Poi shouldered his smooth bore RPG launcher and took out a compact but heavy Peacemaker pistol, the dull metal gleaming softly in the bright desert light. He checked the slide, frowning at it curiously as he kept half of his attention on the battle brewing up. When a wall of bullets came rushing towards him, Vi-Poi activated a brief sigh of his kiai, letting them part around him like the wake of the sea parts around a rock. He pulled the slide fully back and gave the chamber and the barrel a perfunctory cleaning, monitoring Kahr’s quick work with the soldiers. Her speed was good, and their tentacles gave them uncanny angles of attack. They would be a welcome addition to the Squad. The tentacles had a phagocytosis quality in that they could devour their enemy. It was all very interesting.
When the whip cracked against the relic, Vi-Poi’s arm leaped forward and the pistol’s slide snapped into place. The gunshot was instant, and the ki-infused round snapped the whip’s grip on the Gold Buta. The Doctor was adamant in his pursuit of the prize, however, and jumped towards the magic totem with surprising speed, gripping the glimmering pig close to his body, his burly legs throwing himself towards the gyrocopter. Vi-Poi smirked in amusement, watching as he and his assistants dashed towards it.
“Fellow archeologists?” Vi-Poi mused to Kahr as he casually unstrapped his RPG launcher and hoisted it up upon one arm. One of the soldiers managed to get past Kahr and come at Vi-Poi, but the small android dispatched the man with a blurring kick to the stomach and a disdainful swipe of his rocket launcher, sending the trooper flying into the sky until he was a vanishing speck.
“I am Vi-Poi, by the way.” He said in introduction, giving Kahr a sidelong grin. “And I think our quarry is getting away. It’d be nice not to be forced to destroy my own chopper, I’m rather fond of it.” He said, drumming fingers against the metal tube of his launcher as he weighed his options.
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Kahr Diak
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Post by Kahr Diak on May 19, 2015 20:14:26 GMT
It is true; Kahr definitely could devour their opponents. Unfortunately (or perhaps not, depending on one’s point of view), it does require some time to achieve that – time which is taken away by Vi-Poi’s casual introduction. Until that moment, Kahr had presumed that it wouldn’t be too difficult to deal with the Doctor – they could always fly after them, and as fast as the machine might be, it seemed unlikely that anything so rickety could outrun the Bio-Android at full speed.
But then Vi-Poi made his identity known, and the Doctor was dropped like a sack of potatoes, bleeding profusely from the wounds on his neck and legs, but still very much alive. The look of astonishment that passes over Kahr’s features was a delight to behold – almost comical, given the horrific acts of violence they had just undertaken.
“V-Vi-Poi?! But that means you are…!”
Kahr’s jaw clenched, and their eyes narrowed on the fleeing party of humans. “Understood, Administrator! I will not let you down.”
A flare of cascading green about Kahr heralds their flight, and in an instant they are burning through the air to interpose themselves between the Doctor and the flying machine. Both hands stretched out to either side, and their tendrils hissing and snapping, it must be said – for all Kahr is an unthreatening individual most of the time, when they want to, they can turn on the menace with the best of them.
“Halt, Doctor! Hand over the artefact and you will not be harmed!”
It was a promise that Kahr couldn’t precisely guarantee, but they felt sure it would be upheld, given the circumstances. If it wasn’t for the fact that the Doctor’s response was to grip the Golden Buta tight with his left, and give Kahr his right hook, as hard as he possibly can, straight to the face… it may even have proven true.
“NOT TODAY, UGLY!”
Silver-grey blood spurted from Kahr’s injury as both hands clamped down tight to their face, tears welling up instantaneously in their eyes as they stumble, toppling towards the floor.
“GAH EE BOKE EY NOBE!”
Astute observers may be wondering why – if he could punch hard enough to get that sort of response out of the Bio-Android – the good Doctor didn’t just fly, or at the very least run, under his own power now that the artefact was clear. The answer is simple: The doctor has two arms, two companions, and one artefact. If they can just make it to the gyrocopter, things will get much easier for him.
But as the Doctor steps over the prostrate Kahr, one of those nasty little tendrils snaps out to seize his ankle, biting in hard and causing the Doctor, too, to go tumbling to the ground with a pained yell. Not, quite as undignified as Kahr’s own display had been, but it IS enough to send the artefact flying through the air…
“I got it, I got it!”
And straight into the hands of the little kid.
“I… I got it California!”
Gosh, the kid sure did seem HAPPY about that.
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Post by Vi-Poi on May 23, 2015 4:58:43 GMT
Vi-Poi reluctantly shouldered his rocket launcher and watched the fray break out between Kahr Diak and the archeologist. All things considered, this renowned treasure hunter, California Brown, had an outstanding battle rating compared to the average human. He also had a ridiculous fashion sense, with a two-dollar fedora and a whip that looked good for smacking horses in a trolley ride and not much else. When the idol was catapulted into the air to land in the grasping hands of the Doctor’s boy assistant, Vi-Poi hummed and, with a burst of speed, appeared behind the young man.
The child had an inexplicably high power rating as well, scoring in around two hundred by the android’s calculations, and his strike showed a solid foundation in martial arts. “Good!” Vi-Poi said in congratulatory fashion as he caught the boy’s fist with a palm. “You have an abnormal battle rating. Are you a mutant? Is that your father?” Vi-Poi asked, gesturing to the Doctor. “Doc Brown, is it?” He asked with a little grin, taking time to peer over at the man, who seemed to be still struggling with Kahr Diak.
“Why don’t you all work for us? The pay is better, and I assure you, it is in the public interest.” The boy was still struggling, giving stubborn kicks to Vi-Poi’s greaved shin, then to his side, which did nothing but bruise the child’s own limbs. “No? Very well… but I’m afraid I will have to take the Golden Buta from you. It’s rather priceless, and it holds a great amount of secrets that would go to waste in a museum. ”
With a flick of his wrist, Vi-Poi tossed the boy vertically so that he was at arm-level, then delivered a soft backslap across his face that sent him reeling twenty yards into a cloud of dust, dislodging the idol. The child would live, with a lost tooth or two. Vi-Poi’s large blue eyes lit up at the sight of the Buta, snatching it as it tumbled in midair. It gleamed with an auric promise, and already his Magic Operation Gadget was sifting through cursory details of its nature.
Vi-Poi whistled idly as he stepped towards where Kahr Diak and the Doctor wrestled, spinning the gold pig atop the tip of his index finger as if it were a basketball. “Are quite we ready to make our escape? I would have liked to use the rocket launcher, I admit.”
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Kahr Diak
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Post by Kahr Diak on May 23, 2015 18:23:10 GMT
Never let it be said that the Brown party were anything less than thoroughly determined.
"Mutant? Father? No! I'm just California's best student! Have at y--"
A valiant effort from the young lad, but to no avail. The poor thing is sent hurtling across the ground where he lays, unmoving - thankfully just unconscious - and the Android is left holding the prize. The old man took his shot as well, trying to punch Vi-Poi hard in the back, and winding up doing nothing more than breaking his hand with a startled yelp.
Kahr and the Doctor, meanwhile, were engaged in what could - charitably - be called a 'scuffle' or perhaps a 'fracas'. The pair reduced to rolling around on the ground like inexpert schoolboys, and in any close-quarters combat like this, Kahr's extra limbs give them something of an unfair advantage. Whilst California had gotten a few good blows in, all three of Kahr's extra mouths were now latched firmly onto the Doctor and gnawing, two on the Doctor's arms, one stabbing about his muscular torso.
This is not the dignified beginning to their career in KAOS that Kahr would have preferred. If anything, that drives them on with even more determination to subdue the Doctor. Two, three, four more times the Doctor manages to punch Kahr in the torso, with a sound like a man repeatedly punching a sack full of mucus. Unpleasant and disturbingly wet... but each blow also tears Kahr's fanged tentacles deeper in the wounds over the unfortunate man's arms, and this, in the end, might be what tipped the balance.
Finally managing to struggle onto the top of the Doctor, Kahr drew back one fist, their left eye twitching as silvery blood leaked from their nose. That really had stung. Try as they might to be professional, they can't keep the grin from their lips as they start to punch.
"I." WHAM. "Will." WHAM. "Be." WHAM. "With." WHAM. "You." WHAM. "In." WHAM. "A." WHAM WHAM WHAM. "Moment, Administrator, Sir, sorry for the inconvenience."
The Doctor lay, delirious and addled, after the vicious beating that was just delivered. "Beleeeggs inna moosaum..."
Looking down at the Doctor, then back to Vi-Poi, Kahr carefully stood up and brushed their hair back into place. "I am sorry you didn't get to use your rocket launcher on the ground, Sir. However, I believe if we make good on our escape before the Doctor... rallies." A careful choice of words - it would be rather nice to finish the mission without needlessly killing anyone else after all. "You may be able to pick off some strategic targets from the air if I pilot."
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Post by Vi-Poi on May 29, 2015 6:24:13 GMT
Vi-Poi tossed Kahr the golden pig with a wink, “Maybe next time.” He said. “Get that to the lab.” He pointed a finger at the unconscious tomb raider. “And have him secured for Special Corps questioning. I’ll send in a team for extraction.” As he was speaking, he was already relaying the orders wireless to the nearest forward operating base, alerting an outpost near Zero-Zero Shipyards to respond with two fire teams. Not only were their prisoners to detain, there might be useful information to be gleaned from this treasure hunt gone awry.
“Good work, Kahr. This will be the first of many endeavors. Though our grip on this planet is firm, as you can see, there are still many that swim through our fingers, and those with high battle ratings that constantly move against us. You’re the spearhead for all of our operations. Millions of people, and the billions that they protect will rely upon you and your actions – not only those that ensure stability for the globe, but for the ability of the truly capable to make decisions that will correct the fundamental flaws of the Universe.” Vi-Poi’s eyes took on an eerie glow as his eyes fixed onto the Golden Buta. “The end and the unknown. Both can be conquered with objects such as these. We will not be as their selfish and self-serving creators have been, and reduced their magic to the totems of megalithic tribes or the sacred trinkets of deity cults. We will use our magic with vigorous purpose, to correct those flaws in the fabric of the Universe that hold all of life back. If the inexorable laws which spawned the cosmos wrote all of these horrible and endless effects of an infinite tapestry of causes, magic is the eraser on the other end of the writer’s pencil.”
He blinked slowly, as if coming to another thought, before pursing his lips, his eyes shifting over to Kahr. A slight green tinge colored his pale face, as if he were somehow embarrassed by his words. “Go and meet with your fellow KAOS members. It’s high time we ready ourselves for another major operation. I want our readiness at peak amplitude before we move.”
(Thread Exit, PL requested whenever you are ready to throw this up Tryin to get all my threads sealed down before we do another big KAOS move. Also, I'd like to have you in my roster in the near future for threads, when we're able, was a major enjoy, and loved the premise of artifact hunting. I will be a bigger poster next time, I promise )
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Post by Kahr Diak on May 29, 2015 7:01:34 GMT
‘Good work, Kahr.’ Those three words meant more to the Bio-Android than Vi-Poi could possibly know. It is one thing to succeed in one’s missions, it is quite another to be told that they had done a good job. They’d hoped they had, of course. They tried hard, they worked to the best of their abilities… but it wasn’t always easy to believe that they were doing a good job. Kahr caught the little golden statue quickly when it was tossed to them, only fumbling with it a little bit as they struggle to hold it upright. The idol sparkled in the hot desert sun, its adorable face speaking of an inscrutable promise. Kahr couldn’t say with absolute honesty that they fully understood what it was Vi-Poi was talking about with that last explanation… much of it went right over the Bio-Android’s head, but they were left with a sense that whatever the case, it was a very important thing they were doing. That was… nice, in a way; the idea that they were doing important work to save the world; it was what Kahr had been initially designed to assist with, after all. They might not understand how the Administrator’s fixation with magic would help all that much… but they didn’t need to understand that, they just had to have faith that the Administrator was, in fact, correct. Vi-Poi was clearly a lot smarter than Kahr themself; Vi-Poi knew about the inexorable laws which spawned the cosmos! Kahr barely understood the unfathomable laws governing human etiquette at a dinner table. “Yes, Administrator!”
Kahr’s voice definitely sounded certain as they gave a sharp salute and clicked their heels together. Reaching down, they plucked up the unconscious Doctor and slung the man over his shoulder, keeping a firm grasp of the Golden Buta with the other hand; they’d sooner lose the hand than the statue, at this point! “Thank you for your faith in me, Administrator. I will not let you down. I am greatly looking forward to meeting my fellow KAOS teammates, and … it was a joy to work with you, Sir!”
A firm nod of their head, to reiterate just how serious they were about that, and Kahr blasted off into the sky. They’d make it back to the lab at record time after the positive reinforcement, the Golden Buta would be secured, and Doctor Jones, well… Kahr understood that the Special Corps had vays of makink people talk. Soon enough, they’d know what all this was about! (I'll be taking PL too... and turning it in right now! I had a blast in here too, Vi-Poi, so don't at all worry about your performance, it was grand! And I'll definitely look forward to working with you on the next Big Thing. )
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Post by Hyoza on May 30, 2015 12:59:41 GMT
Kahr: 4241 PL awarded!
Vi: 1770 PL awarded!
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