Post by Bishop Morse on May 5, 2012 12:45:45 GMT -5
The Renfield Trading Post
June 23, 2517 – Delynn
02:09 PM Local Time
7:54 P.M A.S.T
A door slid open, it broke the silence of the space. On one side there was an empty space, nothing but a light brown colored floor making a difference in the hexagonal room. The walls were a gray and silver, and there was only a single light illuminating it. From out of the door came a man. He wore a dark colored coat which draped down just beneath his knees. He put something in his pocket, and held a folded piece of what appeared to be cloth in his right arm. It was folded up like a towel, and was orange with a strip of red on it. He held it tight to himself as he stepped outside of the room he came from, closing the door behind him. The lights shut off as the door slid shut, and the man moved to his left.
Morse had checked through all of the other rooms already, this was the last real stop he was going to make. The engine room had been put in order fairly easily, as it was very clean. The biggest thing Morse noticed in the galley was the fact that the rope system which had been strung up for years was now gone. He stepped out of the room and towards the forward stair well. The lights in the galley shut off behind him as he left the room. Down the stairs he moved, shutting off lights as he went a long. After the short wrap around he was now on the lower deck hallway.
Before him he could see boxes and all manner of items strung up on the ceiling and floor. It was a mess, an absolute mess. Things were clattering all around and men in brown coats and red vests moved about trying to get through them.
Morse came back to reality, and checked inside of the bridge. It was cold and light poured in from the view port onto the empty consoles.
He saw a blonde man sitting on the left chair, fiddling with the controls, while a heavy set man sat down at the front messing with another console. Others were in there, and they were laughing about something.
Morse turned and shut door behind him. He walked forward through the empty lower deck hallway. Nothing was there, nothing to trip on, nothing to get in the way, just nothing. He walked at a gradual pace out towards the back end of it. He clicked the lights off to it and was standing in a square shaped lounge.
He looked down to his left and saw on the couch a woman who was bleeding out while a medic tried to tend to her wounds. On the other side of the room there was a group of people eating at the table. Morse moved aside as a set of brown coated soldiers ran passed him carrying weapons towards the cargo bay.
Seeing that nothing was there inside of the lounge, no furniture or any books left behind, Morse turned the light off on the empty room. He stepped out through the door at the back end of the room, shutting it as he went through. He now stood in a large room. Massive and long. It went up high hanging up to the upper deck, and was wider then anywhere else on the vessel. Morse began to walk forward towards the light coming from the floor.
He stopped a moment to look forward. In front of his there were hundreds of people. They stood in a neat set of rows leaving a single isle straight to the end. Morse looked up to see on the upper deck balcony there were more of them. Some held weapons, others did not. Some wore brown coats, others red vests. Some wore helmets, others let their messy hair go. There were men and there were woman. A number of them were no older then seventeen, while a few others had long gray beards.
When Morse stepped into the cargo bay they all stood at attention. Morse knew them all. Perhaps not all by name, but he did recognize every one of them. He stopped a moment and then began to walk forward. As he did the different people he passed looked at him. He tried to see each of them, but there were just so many. Brennon, Gormash, Xingya, Cardol, he knew too many of them to name them all. He was happy to see them just as he had remembered them. They smiled at him as he went by, most of them. Some of them had always been such serious people you couldn’t expect it from there. When he went by some of them said his name. “Morse” and give a nod with it. Others would say his title as they knew it “Captain”, “Major”, “Lieutenant”. But everyone was different, and that was fine. Morse walked by the rows, nodding and holding that pampas smile that he always did. This was how they all knew him, and he was more then happy to keep up appearances.
At the very end he found Hoffman, Ray, Andy, Scruggs, and Bobo. Hoffman stood at attention and saluted with a smile, and the others followed suit. Scruggs and Bobo were the only ones that wore the brown uniforms, the rest had mixed clothing. This was how they had been, and it was how they would be.
Morse got to the end and turned around. He looked at them all, who were all now facing him. He only had one thing to say, and he knew he’d say it when this opportunity arose. They all would know it, and they all would understand it, if even in there own way. Morse stopped that moment and looked ahead.
”Wǒmen zhēngqǔ!?” He demanded.
Duìyú Cáifù Hé De Fāngfǎ!!!” Every man and woman answered back in unison.
Morse kept smiling and nodded.
Morse turned around and started walking down the ramp. Behind him there was a large, dark, and empty room. The lights were off, and it gave a loud echo as he moved off from it. He came around the side and the ramp began to pull up. He walked along side it, stepping on the dirt while the sun hit his face. His boots were hard on the ground beneath them, and he walked with his back straight still holding the item folded in his right arm. In front of him there was a man, athletic looking with brown hair. He had a somewhat vacant expression when he saw Morse walking up. Behind him there was a large yellow vehicle. When Morse saw that, he found it funny that 49 didn’t recognize it. But he came to the conclusion that it was dark last time he was there, and 49 did have a rather busy night.
“What’s that?” 49 asked Morse, noticing the item folded in his arm.
”Nothin’.” Morse responded. ”Just somethin’ I almost forgot to grab.” He finished.
“Well, here’s your money. Gǎnxiè yī duī rén for making such a good deal for me” 49 said holding a container out for Morse to take.
Morse kept his snide smile as he had in the ship. ”Just doin’ what I can, when I can” Morse said taking the container and looking it over it’s contents. He had mentioned that he had to leave soon after, but he decent visit. Morse climbed up on top of the large yellow vehicle that hovered several feet off the ground. Behind him there was a lot of construction as some building was being built right beside one that looked similar, it was just a completely burnt wreck. Once he was up on top, he sat down and leaned back. He looked up at the ship.
Inside bridge, he could see several people, but one was a blonde man. He wore a long coat, and had a mullet. His coat was dark and he just looked out at Morse.
”See ya around 49” Morse said as he started up the vehicle.
Morse looked at the ship one more time and he saw the man in the dark coat looking at him, a snide smile on his face. The man on the ship began to say something. The vehicle he was on gave off a lot of noise, but Morse could hear him as though he was the only sound that there was. ”What do we fight for?” the man in the window asked, the same question that Morse had asked in the cargo bay
Morse couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. ”For wealth and the way.” echoing the phrase he’d taught all of his soldiers. He then moved the throttle forward on the vehicle, and the vehicle moved off away, the large red vessel behind him getting smaller and smaller.
June 23, 2517 – Delynn
02:09 PM Local Time
7:54 P.M A.S.T
A door slid open, it broke the silence of the space. On one side there was an empty space, nothing but a light brown colored floor making a difference in the hexagonal room. The walls were a gray and silver, and there was only a single light illuminating it. From out of the door came a man. He wore a dark colored coat which draped down just beneath his knees. He put something in his pocket, and held a folded piece of what appeared to be cloth in his right arm. It was folded up like a towel, and was orange with a strip of red on it. He held it tight to himself as he stepped outside of the room he came from, closing the door behind him. The lights shut off as the door slid shut, and the man moved to his left.
Morse had checked through all of the other rooms already, this was the last real stop he was going to make. The engine room had been put in order fairly easily, as it was very clean. The biggest thing Morse noticed in the galley was the fact that the rope system which had been strung up for years was now gone. He stepped out of the room and towards the forward stair well. The lights in the galley shut off behind him as he left the room. Down the stairs he moved, shutting off lights as he went a long. After the short wrap around he was now on the lower deck hallway.
Before him he could see boxes and all manner of items strung up on the ceiling and floor. It was a mess, an absolute mess. Things were clattering all around and men in brown coats and red vests moved about trying to get through them.
Morse came back to reality, and checked inside of the bridge. It was cold and light poured in from the view port onto the empty consoles.
He saw a blonde man sitting on the left chair, fiddling with the controls, while a heavy set man sat down at the front messing with another console. Others were in there, and they were laughing about something.
Morse turned and shut door behind him. He walked forward through the empty lower deck hallway. Nothing was there, nothing to trip on, nothing to get in the way, just nothing. He walked at a gradual pace out towards the back end of it. He clicked the lights off to it and was standing in a square shaped lounge.
He looked down to his left and saw on the couch a woman who was bleeding out while a medic tried to tend to her wounds. On the other side of the room there was a group of people eating at the table. Morse moved aside as a set of brown coated soldiers ran passed him carrying weapons towards the cargo bay.
Seeing that nothing was there inside of the lounge, no furniture or any books left behind, Morse turned the light off on the empty room. He stepped out through the door at the back end of the room, shutting it as he went through. He now stood in a large room. Massive and long. It went up high hanging up to the upper deck, and was wider then anywhere else on the vessel. Morse began to walk forward towards the light coming from the floor.
He stopped a moment to look forward. In front of his there were hundreds of people. They stood in a neat set of rows leaving a single isle straight to the end. Morse looked up to see on the upper deck balcony there were more of them. Some held weapons, others did not. Some wore brown coats, others red vests. Some wore helmets, others let their messy hair go. There were men and there were woman. A number of them were no older then seventeen, while a few others had long gray beards.
When Morse stepped into the cargo bay they all stood at attention. Morse knew them all. Perhaps not all by name, but he did recognize every one of them. He stopped a moment and then began to walk forward. As he did the different people he passed looked at him. He tried to see each of them, but there were just so many. Brennon, Gormash, Xingya, Cardol, he knew too many of them to name them all. He was happy to see them just as he had remembered them. They smiled at him as he went by, most of them. Some of them had always been such serious people you couldn’t expect it from there. When he went by some of them said his name. “Morse” and give a nod with it. Others would say his title as they knew it “Captain”, “Major”, “Lieutenant”. But everyone was different, and that was fine. Morse walked by the rows, nodding and holding that pampas smile that he always did. This was how they all knew him, and he was more then happy to keep up appearances.
At the very end he found Hoffman, Ray, Andy, Scruggs, and Bobo. Hoffman stood at attention and saluted with a smile, and the others followed suit. Scruggs and Bobo were the only ones that wore the brown uniforms, the rest had mixed clothing. This was how they had been, and it was how they would be.
Morse got to the end and turned around. He looked at them all, who were all now facing him. He only had one thing to say, and he knew he’d say it when this opportunity arose. They all would know it, and they all would understand it, if even in there own way. Morse stopped that moment and looked ahead.
”Wǒmen zhēngqǔ!?” He demanded.
Duìyú Cáifù Hé De Fāngfǎ!!!” Every man and woman answered back in unison.
Morse kept smiling and nodded.
Morse turned around and started walking down the ramp. Behind him there was a large, dark, and empty room. The lights were off, and it gave a loud echo as he moved off from it. He came around the side and the ramp began to pull up. He walked along side it, stepping on the dirt while the sun hit his face. His boots were hard on the ground beneath them, and he walked with his back straight still holding the item folded in his right arm. In front of him there was a man, athletic looking with brown hair. He had a somewhat vacant expression when he saw Morse walking up. Behind him there was a large yellow vehicle. When Morse saw that, he found it funny that 49 didn’t recognize it. But he came to the conclusion that it was dark last time he was there, and 49 did have a rather busy night.
“What’s that?” 49 asked Morse, noticing the item folded in his arm.
”Nothin’.” Morse responded. ”Just somethin’ I almost forgot to grab.” He finished.
“Well, here’s your money. Gǎnxiè yī duī rén for making such a good deal for me” 49 said holding a container out for Morse to take.
Morse kept his snide smile as he had in the ship. ”Just doin’ what I can, when I can” Morse said taking the container and looking it over it’s contents. He had mentioned that he had to leave soon after, but he decent visit. Morse climbed up on top of the large yellow vehicle that hovered several feet off the ground. Behind him there was a lot of construction as some building was being built right beside one that looked similar, it was just a completely burnt wreck. Once he was up on top, he sat down and leaned back. He looked up at the ship.
Inside bridge, he could see several people, but one was a blonde man. He wore a long coat, and had a mullet. His coat was dark and he just looked out at Morse.
”See ya around 49” Morse said as he started up the vehicle.
Morse looked at the ship one more time and he saw the man in the dark coat looking at him, a snide smile on his face. The man on the ship began to say something. The vehicle he was on gave off a lot of noise, but Morse could hear him as though he was the only sound that there was. ”What do we fight for?” the man in the window asked, the same question that Morse had asked in the cargo bay
Morse couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. ”For wealth and the way.” echoing the phrase he’d taught all of his soldiers. He then moved the throttle forward on the vehicle, and the vehicle moved off away, the large red vessel behind him getting smaller and smaller.