Ben Merasska
Apr 11th, 2009, 01:28:03 AM
The Past Occupations of Ben Merasska, Part I
The Force: Security Section Three
Ben Merasska knew immediately that he disliked him.
“I don't like him,” Ben whispered to Hollinger. Hollinger was a middling sized man with a large light brown moustache and short hair of the same colour; his first name was Treg.
“I don't either,” Hollinger said, looking at the man Ben was glaring at. “Why don't you like him?”
“Because,” Ben replied.
The man they were talking about, who didn't know that he had garnered the dislike of two men he had never met before, was sitting outside Captain Falkrowe's office, waiting to speak with her. He was a handsome man, tall, with short dark brown hair and seemed fit. He was too perfect in Ben's opinion, and he hoped that somebody did something to the man's face to make it not so disturbingly handsome.
Captain Kana Falkrowe was the only female officer that Ben had ever seen. Most of the time she was very bitter and cynical, due to being put in charge of Section Three. She was an average sized woman with short black hair and a small bust, and Ryscandor rated her a 6 on a scale of one to ten in overall good looks.
“He looks too perfect,” grunted Ryscandor as he studied the map glowing on the table in front of them. It was a map of the city, and was divided up into dozens of sections. Ryscandor fiddled with a few buttons, and sent four armies into Spaceport East, where three Wookiees representing Merasska's forces brought their heavy blasters to bear and began to run and hide behind various buildings while Ryscandor's Nexu armies tore down the lanes trying to reach them.
“Yes!” Ben cried, sweating as one of his Wookiees let out a strangled cry of pain when two Nexu converged on it and tore it to pieces. “That's it exactly!”
“Why did Waric have to make it so graphic?” asked the pretty Perth Midanyl, whose human forces seemed to have the same look of horrified fascination as their leader while they watched the last Wookiee toss aside its blaster and begin wrestling with the last Nexu. Holographic blood splattered across the street as the Wookiee wrapped one arm around its opponent's neck and tore off the head with its free hand. The Wookiees in Spaceport West all roared and raised their arms in solidarity with their victorious comrade, while the victorious Wookiee raised the Nexu's dripping head in exultation.
“Makes it more interesting,” Ben replied, his attention caught as Captain Falkrowe exited her office. The handsome man stood up to speak with her, but Falkrowe ignored him as she saw the Wookie doing a victory lap around Dendery Square.
“What is this?” She asked, walking up to the four players. Only Perth had the sense to look sheepish.
“I did a bit of a upgrading on the city map,” said a lanky man behind her. Falkrowe turned to glare at Waric Antares. “What? It wasn't very fun, just sitting there and showing the general traffic lanes. Now we have something to do when there isn't anything to do. Besides, we don't give traffic citations anyway.”
“It didn't just show the general traffic lanes!” Falkrowe growled, “It also could show the location of any unit that calls in an extreme emergency.”
“Oh.” Antares shrugged. “Well, I still think it's better like this.”
Falkrowe sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose in annoyance. “What would happen if something occurred like, oh, I don't know... an emergency?”
“Bah,” Antares rejoined, waving his hand. “They'd call someone else.”
Falkrowe would have continued the argument, but caught sight of Hollinger directing his suddenly expansive armies of Bothans into Perth's territory of the Administrative District.
“Wait. You only had four. How'd you get twelve?”
Hollinger grinned as the human defenders broke and ran for the other side of the territory while City Hall went up in holographic flames. The miniature Bothan general cackled tinnily. “Bothans have a special ability to choose to take one 'card' from one player before they place their armies. Perth's card gave me a set and I turned it in.”
Falkrowe nodded absently as she watched the borders of the Administrative District turn dark blue signifying Hollinger's success. “Who's next?” she asked, interested despite herself.
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Ben grinned as he turned in his own set, bulking his armies with ten Wookiees.
“I love my job.”
The Force: Security Section Three
Ben Merasska knew immediately that he disliked him.
“I don't like him,” Ben whispered to Hollinger. Hollinger was a middling sized man with a large light brown moustache and short hair of the same colour; his first name was Treg.
“I don't either,” Hollinger said, looking at the man Ben was glaring at. “Why don't you like him?”
“Because,” Ben replied.
The man they were talking about, who didn't know that he had garnered the dislike of two men he had never met before, was sitting outside Captain Falkrowe's office, waiting to speak with her. He was a handsome man, tall, with short dark brown hair and seemed fit. He was too perfect in Ben's opinion, and he hoped that somebody did something to the man's face to make it not so disturbingly handsome.
Captain Kana Falkrowe was the only female officer that Ben had ever seen. Most of the time she was very bitter and cynical, due to being put in charge of Section Three. She was an average sized woman with short black hair and a small bust, and Ryscandor rated her a 6 on a scale of one to ten in overall good looks.
“He looks too perfect,” grunted Ryscandor as he studied the map glowing on the table in front of them. It was a map of the city, and was divided up into dozens of sections. Ryscandor fiddled with a few buttons, and sent four armies into Spaceport East, where three Wookiees representing Merasska's forces brought their heavy blasters to bear and began to run and hide behind various buildings while Ryscandor's Nexu armies tore down the lanes trying to reach them.
“Yes!” Ben cried, sweating as one of his Wookiees let out a strangled cry of pain when two Nexu converged on it and tore it to pieces. “That's it exactly!”
“Why did Waric have to make it so graphic?” asked the pretty Perth Midanyl, whose human forces seemed to have the same look of horrified fascination as their leader while they watched the last Wookiee toss aside its blaster and begin wrestling with the last Nexu. Holographic blood splattered across the street as the Wookiee wrapped one arm around its opponent's neck and tore off the head with its free hand. The Wookiees in Spaceport West all roared and raised their arms in solidarity with their victorious comrade, while the victorious Wookiee raised the Nexu's dripping head in exultation.
“Makes it more interesting,” Ben replied, his attention caught as Captain Falkrowe exited her office. The handsome man stood up to speak with her, but Falkrowe ignored him as she saw the Wookie doing a victory lap around Dendery Square.
“What is this?” She asked, walking up to the four players. Only Perth had the sense to look sheepish.
“I did a bit of a upgrading on the city map,” said a lanky man behind her. Falkrowe turned to glare at Waric Antares. “What? It wasn't very fun, just sitting there and showing the general traffic lanes. Now we have something to do when there isn't anything to do. Besides, we don't give traffic citations anyway.”
“It didn't just show the general traffic lanes!” Falkrowe growled, “It also could show the location of any unit that calls in an extreme emergency.”
“Oh.” Antares shrugged. “Well, I still think it's better like this.”
Falkrowe sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose in annoyance. “What would happen if something occurred like, oh, I don't know... an emergency?”
“Bah,” Antares rejoined, waving his hand. “They'd call someone else.”
Falkrowe would have continued the argument, but caught sight of Hollinger directing his suddenly expansive armies of Bothans into Perth's territory of the Administrative District.
“Wait. You only had four. How'd you get twelve?”
Hollinger grinned as the human defenders broke and ran for the other side of the territory while City Hall went up in holographic flames. The miniature Bothan general cackled tinnily. “Bothans have a special ability to choose to take one 'card' from one player before they place their armies. Perth's card gave me a set and I turned it in.”
Falkrowe nodded absently as she watched the borders of the Administrative District turn dark blue signifying Hollinger's success. “Who's next?” she asked, interested despite herself.
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Ben grinned as he turned in his own set, bulking his armies with ten Wookiees.
“I love my job.”