Re: Touching the Welsh soft spot

Who: Amber, Chris, Mk. 8, Others
Where: Plannet Wales
When: Snip
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> Chris collapsed to the floor. "Why the hell didn't you shoot me?
> Retard" he muttered as the welshman walked off, standing up and
> massaging his head as the circle of welshmen raised there rifles.
>
> "If either of you have a half decent idea now would definately be
> the time to mention it...." said Mk.8
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Amber sighed at the shambles of the whole affair. What was the squad
leader doing leaving the group any way.
"Look guys." She said. "We are stood next to a highly irritable
ship. Shoot me and i swear your city wil be flattened in minutes." The
Welsh looked un fazed and adjusted their guns a little, putting
emphasis on the 'about to kill' part.
"Whatever. Ships can't act on their own." One of the welsh guard
said. Amber laughed and almost fell over.
"You obviously haven't heard of the Hymenopterra.... This is
Vespidae. A ship I commandered of them." She barked something in Hymie
and Vesp stood up from where it had been on the ground. Some of the
welsh moved back a little bit, daunted by the larger vessel.
"Let us go, and i'll let you live." Amber stated simply. The
commander of the welsh looked dubious.
"Never!" He said.
"Well, you asked for this..." Amber said shrugging and spoke at the
ship. It moved over to the commander and launched a small progectile
out of the stinger. The commander fell down dead, a large shaft of
organic metal thrust into his chest and out of the other side. The
ship then folded out two gatling guns and executed the rest of the
waiting welsh. "Right, next?" Amber said.
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OOC - Too easy!
:D