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Beaumanoir · 04-05-2005, 06:04 PM

OOC: Okay I'm back from Thailand. I'll try and join in as seemlessly as possible.

Te'Oma Senesca had been relatively quiet since being handed his clearance code and being told to go about his own way. Finally, after thinking through and researching the background of the bombed building, he left the living quarters towards the exits. Walking down the corridor he notices a room labelled the Armoury, and decides to see what he could equip himself with, afterall, he still had his clearance. Walking in he looked around at the shelves. Blaster pistols were scattered about amoung rifles and other occasional fire-arms. He chuckled to himself. It'd been a long time since he used a blaster. The last time he used one in a combat situation nearly resulted in death for him. He still had the scar on his arm. He abhored ranged combat. It involved too much standing still and aiming.

"This is more like it" he muttered to himself in his native Nautolan tongue. On a low shelf, towards the back in the darkness, his large black eyes saw a vibro-sword, covered in dust. Bending down to pick it up, he noticed a shorter, vibroblade resting across the hilt of the sword. 'Why not take both?' he thought. Although blasters were not one of his fortés, he could sometimes crack a lucky shot with a thrown blade, if the target stood still for long enough - but he'd still much rather get close in.

Turning again, swinging his many head bound tentacles, he walked to the entrance of the building passing guards who glanced backwards to gaze at the green-skinned man. Unsure of his destination, he left through the main doors with a cheerful nod to the guards, and the man he remembered vaguely being known as Keal. 'He seems to be having a bit more difficulty getting around than myself' he thought. Considering to stop and see what the problem was, he waited to see what was going on. He could sense that Keal was slightly agitated from the pheramones that were circulating about him. And then, quite suddenly, he felt the force flowing through Keal and realised he was also Force sensitive, like himself.

Choosing to see what was going on, he waited patiently, rather than going to intervene.

[ 04-05-2005, 06:12 PM: Message edited by: Beaumanoir ]

04-05-2005, 06:04 PM	#101
Beaumanoir Iron Throne Cult Join Date: June 3, 2001 Location: There is no IRL, Only AFK. Age: 36 Posts: 4,896	OOC: Okay I'm back from Thailand. I'll try and join in as seemlessly as possible. Te'Oma Senesca had been relatively quiet since being handed his clearance code and being told to go about his own way. Finally, after thinking through and researching the background of the bombed building, he left the living quarters towards the exits. Walking down the corridor he notices a room labelled the Armoury, and decides to see what he could equip himself with, afterall, he still had his clearance. Walking in he looked around at the shelves. Blaster pistols were scattered about amoung rifles and other occasional fire-arms. He chuckled to himself. It'd been a long time since he used a blaster. The last time he used one in a combat situation nearly resulted in death for him. He still had the scar on his arm. He abhored ranged combat. It involved too much standing still and aiming. "This is more like it" he muttered to himself in his native Nautolan tongue. On a low shelf, towards the back in the darkness, his large black eyes saw a vibro-sword, covered in dust. Bending down to pick it up, he noticed a shorter, vibroblade resting across the hilt of the sword. 'Why not take both?' he thought. Although blasters were not one of his fortés, he could sometimes crack a lucky shot with a thrown blade, if the target stood still for long enough - but he'd still much rather get close in. Turning again, swinging his many head bound tentacles, he walked to the entrance of the building passing guards who glanced backwards to gaze at the green-skinned man. Unsure of his destination, he left through the main doors with a cheerful nod to the guards, and the man he remembered vaguely being known as Keal. 'He seems to be having a bit more difficulty getting around than myself' he thought. Considering to stop and see what the problem was, he waited to see what was going on. He could sense that Keal was slightly agitated from the pheramones that were circulating about him. And then, quite suddenly, he felt the force flowing through Keal and realised he was also Force sensitive, like himself. Choosing to see what was going on, he waited patiently, rather than going to intervene. [ 04-05-2005, 06:12 PM: Message edited by: Beaumanoir ] __________________ My pokemon bring all the boys to the yard, and they're like; you wanna trade cards? Damn right, I wanna trade cards, I'll trade this but not my Charizard.