Board Thread:Role Playing/@comment-24852191-20170508171221/@comment-24852191-20170511193354


 * We walk into the hanger as a Lambda-class shuttle lands on the flight deck. The ramp lowers and several storm troopers run out and stand in a line on either side of the ramp. Down walks Grand Admiral Ringar in his white Imperial uniform. He approaches me. He speaks with what would be a British accent in a slightly smuggish way.

Ringar: Vice Admiral Strider?

Me: Grand Admiral Ringar?

Ringar: It is well to see you are fine.

Me: Lilewise. Why this unexpected visit.

Ringar: I have come for the credits you owe me for helping you against Zorath.

Me: You're a week early.

Ringar: As a commanding officer, you should be ready for any unexpected events.

Me: Well, monetary conditions are out of my hands. The UEG is still debating on the bill. Also, you didn't even do anything concering Zorath.

Ringar: We showed up in mass.

Me: Then, you'll just have to wait for congress.

Ringar: If I don't receive the creddits you owe me, then who is going to give you information regarding that Dark Charger character. Not to mention, many of my captains might become disgruntled with the lack of funding and take it out against you and your ships.


 * I scowl and hiss into his face.

Me: Then, I guess, a commanding officer must be ready for any unexpected events.


 * He stays come and grins slyly.

Ringar: Is that alcohol I smell in your breath? Been drinking on the job admiral? I thought you above that.


 * He steps back slightly.

Ringar: But, in any matter. I will return in three days. I expect you to have the credits or I will consider you and your fleet and obstinate threat.

Me: Get off my ship.


 * He grins and bows slightly.

Ringar: As you wish.


 * He turns and walks up the ramp off his shuttle with his storm troopers. The Lambda-class takes off and leaves the hanger.