Irvine Bezra
Apr 7th, 2011, 11:49:12 AM
Dalicron-4
=Kamul Settlement=<O:p</O:p
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Thunder rumbled in the deepening clouds. The air was thick and heavy, liable to choke you out if you weren’t careful. Dalicron was fraught with a tumultuous climate, one that would yield terrible weather patterns, especially for a planet so small. The storms procured the ecosystem; a healthy green and forested zone that Bezra now found himself in. The Kamul Settlement, a rustic den of maybe fifty persons, mostly human, who were all preparing for another night of unstoppable tempests.
The constant weather was the primary factor as to why it had taken Preceptor Bezra and his affiliates so long to deploy to this location. There was a deadline to meet and an order to carry out, one that he fully intended to see through on time. If the operation fell through, Bezra’s relationship with his mysterious partner would be forfeit; something he feared might cost him more in the long run. There was only one direction left to take. The chase was almost over.
A strong wind bellowed in and out of the trees. Any minute and the downpour would be upon them.
Bezra and his most trusted men, Penson and Zavrin had cornered the target in what appeared to be an empty storage facility. Robust pillars led from deep within the ground to a metal roof that played an awful sound now in the growing winds.
Bezra could read Zavrin through his facemask off to his right, twelve feet up in a tree covering them with his blaster rifle as planned. He wondered if the soldier could hold on once the storm kicked in full throttle. The two circled around crates and other debris to the front of the massive shed. Lightning flashed, illuminating the sanguine emerald sigil on Bezra’s shoulder. He motioned with his hand to the advancing Penson.
“THERE’S NO POINT IN DRAGGING THIS OUT ANYMORE. WE’VE GOT TWELVE MEN ON YOU AND YOU’VE NO OUTS LEFT” Penson yelled.
Bezra spoke to Penson over the comlink, “I don’t think anything you are saying is going to sound intelligible over the warble of that rooftop. We’re going to have to go in.”
=Kamul Settlement=<O:p</O:p
<O:p</O:p
Thunder rumbled in the deepening clouds. The air was thick and heavy, liable to choke you out if you weren’t careful. Dalicron was fraught with a tumultuous climate, one that would yield terrible weather patterns, especially for a planet so small. The storms procured the ecosystem; a healthy green and forested zone that Bezra now found himself in. The Kamul Settlement, a rustic den of maybe fifty persons, mostly human, who were all preparing for another night of unstoppable tempests.
The constant weather was the primary factor as to why it had taken Preceptor Bezra and his affiliates so long to deploy to this location. There was a deadline to meet and an order to carry out, one that he fully intended to see through on time. If the operation fell through, Bezra’s relationship with his mysterious partner would be forfeit; something he feared might cost him more in the long run. There was only one direction left to take. The chase was almost over.
A strong wind bellowed in and out of the trees. Any minute and the downpour would be upon them.
Bezra and his most trusted men, Penson and Zavrin had cornered the target in what appeared to be an empty storage facility. Robust pillars led from deep within the ground to a metal roof that played an awful sound now in the growing winds.
Bezra could read Zavrin through his facemask off to his right, twelve feet up in a tree covering them with his blaster rifle as planned. He wondered if the soldier could hold on once the storm kicked in full throttle. The two circled around crates and other debris to the front of the massive shed. Lightning flashed, illuminating the sanguine emerald sigil on Bezra’s shoulder. He motioned with his hand to the advancing Penson.
“THERE’S NO POINT IN DRAGGING THIS OUT ANYMORE. WE’VE GOT TWELVE MEN ON YOU AND YOU’VE NO OUTS LEFT” Penson yelled.
Bezra spoke to Penson over the comlink, “I don’t think anything you are saying is going to sound intelligible over the warble of that rooftop. We’re going to have to go in.”