Board Thread:Archive/@comment-24866242-20140517074003

Subj: A little something...

Date: 96-04-18 05:23:19 EDT

From: XPrydeX



::The exiled clansman, Eli Pryde, let his eyes run over the intricately carved statue from the open cockpit of his 'Mech. It was the living embodiment of a Jade Falcon, locked into battle with a huge wolf nearly twice as big, the two enemies deadlocked in death's embrace, the wolf with its teeth bolted across the falcons throat, and the falcon ripping its talons through the wolfs underbelly. The statue was so masterfully carved that it seemed to actually move, appeared to be alive...

Well... if you overlooked the fact that they were both made of glossy plastic, and had big cartoonish grins and wide eyes taking up most of their faces, and the bulging speech bubbles trailing away from their mouths.::

::Eli smirked and dove from the cockpit of the Marauder IIC, he grabbed onto the boxy PPC casing that made the 'Mechs right arm and swung himself around, the muscles of his arms bulging. He let go of the arm and dropped the last 5 Meters to the ground, landing neatly in front of the comical statue. He motioned for the VTOL to let the second statue, two large golden arches in the shape of an M, right behind the two animals::

::With a satisfied grin he walked up to the statue and leaned against it, stepping gently on a conspicuously black cord trailing out from it. From a hidden speaker in the Falcons mouth a squaking voice crackled out::

<span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#383121;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">### *spfffft* Welcome to MacRoy's!!! ###

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#383121;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">### *spffft* Our beverage selections are GoldSchlager Ice, light, dry, fusion brewed, pale ale, pale ale light, and KABOOM!!! ###

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#383121;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">### *spffft* And our daily specials are: Bagel Weenies! That's it!!! Just Bagel Weenies! Enjoy! ###

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#383121;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">::He grinned with satisfaction, and then headed toward Jugger's new hut::

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#383121;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">::He rapped three times on the frame and peered through the open doorway, stepping in and nodding to Ryax. He turned to Jugger with a wide grin on his face::

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#383121;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Greetz buddy, I left you a housewarming gift out front, just a little something to help you get settled."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#383121;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">::He kneels down next to Cailden and watches him playing Battlemechs with his toys:: <span style="color:rgb(56,49,33);font-family:'TimesNewRoman';font-size:19px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">"By Kerensky he has gotten big... <span style="color:rgb(56,49,33);font-family:'TimesNewRoman';font-size:19px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">::Silently wonders when he would be old enough for his first sidearm, a powered down laser pistol, maybe. If he were raised in the clans he would be starting his training in a few years::

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#383121;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Do you know what that one is, eyas? quiaff?"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#383121;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">::Cailden nodded slowly without looking up from his game, and spoke in his childish voice:: "Dat one's daddy's mech..."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#383121;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">::Eli smiled and nodded::

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#383121;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"And what is the other one?"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#383121;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">::Cailden turned the Dire Wolf Omnimech over slowly in his small hands, and then looked up at Eli::

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#383121;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"He's da bad guy!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#383121;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">::without warning Cailden launched the toy 'Mech at Eli's face and hit him square in between the eyes, he fell backwards, rubbing his forehead:: <span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(56,49,33);white-space:pre-wrap;">::Cailden looked up innocently:: "quiaff?" <ac_metadata title="Jugger&#039;s Ranch; The Great Bovine Conspiracy"> </ac_metadata>