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Post by aramis on Jul 30, 2010 14:36:10 GMT -5
«Oooh! People! People! People! Happy!!! Joy!!! Play!?!» Thinks the dog loudly. Loud enough to cause a bit of a throb in Jasper's mind, as it seems to be a reflexive telepath; the touch of Jasper's mind causes it to just send its primitive thoughts.
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Post by apn on Aug 1, 2010 12:38:25 GMT -5
Ensign Grayson
"Gedditoffameahthinkahmgonnabesick!" he yells, trying to fend off the creature.
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Post by Drohem on Aug 2, 2010 11:52:09 GMT -5
Jasper chuckles to himself for a moment once he realizes that this creature is some kind of pet, and says to Alexander, "it's a pet, like an over-sized dog or something. It wants to play with you and not eat you."
The blue-furred Andromedan Captain concentrates for a moment on his feelings and emotions, and then projects them toward the chained creature. He sends feelings of friendship and playfulness from himself, and also concern that the creature maybe hurting his friend Alexander by playing too rough with him.
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Post by aramis on Aug 3, 2010 0:57:58 GMT -5
The beast looks up at Jaspar, and rolls over onto his back beside Grayson. «Belly-Rubs? No hurt crunchy guy! Belly-Rubs?»
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Post by apn on Aug 3, 2010 9:49:50 GMT -5
Ensign Grayson
As the thing rolls off Grayson breathes a sigh of relief. "Phew. Ah'd hate to think what it'd be like if ah got on its unfriendly side." he moves a tentative hand towards rubbing the things belly, and steps up to the door. "Hello? Anyone in? We're from the Thermopylae here ta pick up Dr Kordoba." he yells, keeping an eye on the 'dog'. He holsters his sidearm but doesn't clip it into place... just in case. Glancing about, Grayson wonders what happened to the door. Something feels fishy, and it's not just the dogs breath on his face...
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Post by aramis on Aug 3, 2010 10:41:01 GMT -5
The far door opens again, revealing a shortish Tauran. "Welcome, y'all. Everything is situation normal. All food uneaten. Please follow me. Nice to have welcome guests. Brockway, heel!"
Jasper senses more telepathy... «Aww... These play with me!» 'paths Brockway, as he rolls onto his feet. He moves to the side of the Tauran, a huge shambling mound of friendly fur.
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Post by Drohem on Aug 4, 2010 10:46:23 GMT -5
Jasper reaches out and scratches Brockway's head absently as he says in a friendly tone and manner, "thank you. We're glad to hear that everything is alright. Come on Mr. Grayson."
Jasper turns slightly and gives Alexander a knowing look. He tries to project and outward appearance of being casual, however, on the inside he remains suspicious and aware of his surroundings.
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Post by aramis on Aug 4, 2010 20:00:57 GMT -5
The Tauran shoots a raised eyebrow at Jaspar, and says, whilst turning, "This way please, Again, I say, Situtation Normal. All Food Uneaten. No Weapons Needed. Indeed. Come, Brockway."
He starts slowly down the hallway.
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Post by apn on Aug 5, 2010 13:07:55 GMT -5
Ensign Grayson
Grayson dusted himself off, then turned to the Captain "Seems like everything's ok sir!" he said, slightly louder than what was needed with the Captain standing near to him. He half turned, left hand side facing the hallway and the man coming down. His right hand side, away from the man in the hallway, shielded by his body as he eased his hand towards his blaster. "Protocol says ah should go first anyway Cap'n, as you know..." he says, grinning, though laughter never reached his steel hard eyes.
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Post by Drohem on Aug 7, 2010 17:44:16 GMT -5
Huh? Jasper thinks to himself, this Tauran is most definitely acting strange. Why the bizarre inflections on that statement? Sit... Nor... ALL FOOD... Un. Hmm, S.N.A.F.U? Oh, SNAFU!
Jasper nods ever so slightly at the Tauran as he turns to lead them down the corridor.
As Mr. Grayson steps in front of Jasper to walk down the corridor, Jasper whispers near his ear, "stay frosty, things ain't right."
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Post by aramis on Aug 9, 2010 19:37:07 GMT -5
As you come to the dining room, the beast thinks, «Ooh, mean people here....» and slows a bit.
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Post by apn on Aug 10, 2010 14:47:31 GMT -5
Ensign Grayson
Grayson gets to the top of the stairs and turns to the Captain, putting finger to mouth and a 'hold' gesture for him to stay put and listen, if only for a moment whilst Grayson goes in to check things out. If all is fine, he figures, he can let the Captain know. If it all goes badly... well, it's his duty to ensure the Captains' safety, regardless of his own...
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Post by aramis on Aug 10, 2010 15:34:49 GMT -5
As Grayson slowly rounds the corner, he sees a table laid out with a variety of good smelling foods. At the far end are two Videni soldiers, and a Videni officer, with full field armor, and the soldiers in standing firing pose.
"Come, sit!" barks the officer, in slightly accented standard. "NOW!!!"
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Post by Drohem on Aug 11, 2010 11:52:59 GMT -5
Upon hearing the voices in the room, Jasper concentrates for a moment and disappears from view. He also activates his communicator to broadcast and record.
He steps up close to Mr. Grayson and whispers, "wing it. I'm right behind you."
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Post by apn on Aug 12, 2010 17:38:53 GMT -5
Ensign Grayson
Grayson sucks in a breath of air, biting back a retort. He moves in trying to give an air of confidence. He's outgunned and outnumbered, best to hear what they have to say seein' as they ain't started shootin' as yet, he figures.
"Good afternoon Gentlemen." he says quietly, moving to pull up a chair and sitting down. "May ah ask ya what in the name o Sam Hill ya doin here?"
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