Feb 23, 2024 8:29 pm
Trade Era 1235, Day 137. 20:00 UTC
Streets, Postal Authority orbital station, Draco III
With a nod to Erin, Slaine took a deep breath and stepped forward, their hand resting on the hilt of their weapon. They approached the entrance to the warehouse with caution, their senses attuned to any potential threat that lay in wait. To their surprise, Alfredo was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was a group of four men inside, each clearly armed with guns, their expressions hardened and determined. As Slaine approached a window, another man appeared from behind, his pistol raised in a threatening gesture.
"You have no business here," he spat, his tone menacing. "Leave now, or we'll make you regret it."
"ITC Investigations. Drop your weapon." -Slaine draws their blade and closes with the man.
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Streets, Postal Authority orbital station, Draco III
Quote:
As Slaine arrived at the docking bay of the warehouse on 321 Reckoning Way, Slaine's senses went on high alert. They scanned the area, their eyes darting from one shadowy corner to another, searching for any sign of movement or danger.With a nod to Erin, Slaine took a deep breath and stepped forward, their hand resting on the hilt of their weapon. They approached the entrance to the warehouse with caution, their senses attuned to any potential threat that lay in wait. To their surprise, Alfredo was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was a group of four men inside, each clearly armed with guns, their expressions hardened and determined. As Slaine approached a window, another man appeared from behind, his pistol raised in a threatening gesture.
"You have no business here," he spat, his tone menacing. "Leave now, or we'll make you regret it."
"ITC Investigations. Drop your weapon." -Slaine draws their blade and closes with the man.
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OOC:
PCs turn. What do you do?
