Morgan Evanar
Sep 10th, 2001, 12:45:18 AM
OOC: This open if you ask me first.
Dawn broke on Yavin Four. Morgan pulled the sheets off his body, and swung himself out of bed.
Several minutes later he emerged from the shower, much refreshed. Brushing his teeth, he stared into mirror. The scar given to him by the Lounge Lizard was gone. Morgan rinsed his mouth out, and then renewed the staring.
"Weird."
His stomach growled loudy. Quiet you, I'm working on it. After finishing up in the bathroom, he pulled on a pair of khakis, and a dark grey t-shirt. Morgan stared at his coat for a second, and decided not to wear it, instead opting for a dark brown jacket that went down to his mid thigh. All of the clothes seemed a bit tighter than they should be, and that went double for the shoes.
Morgan exited the building, walking with a brisk pace that reflected his hunger, following the short yet meandering path that led to the mess hall. Sniffing, he took in the vast array of scents that he became aware of after the "good" doctor had played with his genetic makeup. It was almost like looking through the world with a completely new set of eyes. He sniffed again, taking in new scents. Everyone had one.
Two nearby Lone Wolves looked down at the forest floor from tree stands. The hefted their tranq guns, and aimed.
RUN!
Morgan blinked, confused. Why would he need to run?
Shorty gave a hand signal, and two darts quickly descended, sticking through the right sleeve.
"Ow."
Morgan pulled the darts free and looked around. He began to feel a bit lightheaded.
"Heh, thats some good shiiz."
His pulse began to pound in his ears. Two men, from the 131st Krakkens ran out from behind trees to take Morgan down. One hit him with a stun blast, but was mildy bewildered when he stumbled a bit instead of just falling down.
"gggrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOURRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRR"
He kind of stood there while everyone reloaded and Morgan hit him like a two ton truck, wrapping him up and running him into a tree. Ricter's eyes went wide as he felt his air leave his lungs with a pop. Morgan let him go for a second, grabbed him by his shirt, and flung him eight meters into the other Krakken.
Suddenly, Morgan dissapeared.
"Frell."
Dawn broke on Yavin Four. Morgan pulled the sheets off his body, and swung himself out of bed.
Several minutes later he emerged from the shower, much refreshed. Brushing his teeth, he stared into mirror. The scar given to him by the Lounge Lizard was gone. Morgan rinsed his mouth out, and then renewed the staring.
"Weird."
His stomach growled loudy. Quiet you, I'm working on it. After finishing up in the bathroom, he pulled on a pair of khakis, and a dark grey t-shirt. Morgan stared at his coat for a second, and decided not to wear it, instead opting for a dark brown jacket that went down to his mid thigh. All of the clothes seemed a bit tighter than they should be, and that went double for the shoes.
Morgan exited the building, walking with a brisk pace that reflected his hunger, following the short yet meandering path that led to the mess hall. Sniffing, he took in the vast array of scents that he became aware of after the "good" doctor had played with his genetic makeup. It was almost like looking through the world with a completely new set of eyes. He sniffed again, taking in new scents. Everyone had one.
Two nearby Lone Wolves looked down at the forest floor from tree stands. The hefted their tranq guns, and aimed.
RUN!
Morgan blinked, confused. Why would he need to run?
Shorty gave a hand signal, and two darts quickly descended, sticking through the right sleeve.
"Ow."
Morgan pulled the darts free and looked around. He began to feel a bit lightheaded.
"Heh, thats some good shiiz."
His pulse began to pound in his ears. Two men, from the 131st Krakkens ran out from behind trees to take Morgan down. One hit him with a stun blast, but was mildy bewildered when he stumbled a bit instead of just falling down.
"gggrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOURRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRR"
He kind of stood there while everyone reloaded and Morgan hit him like a two ton truck, wrapping him up and running him into a tree. Ricter's eyes went wide as he felt his air leave his lungs with a pop. Morgan let him go for a second, grabbed him by his shirt, and flung him eight meters into the other Krakken.
Suddenly, Morgan dissapeared.
"Frell."