Jericho flasjed an evil grin to himself, thinking about what weighed more; two heroic guys killing innocent people, thus reducing his chances of survival against the evil guys coming their way, or being a flat and boring guy. 'Don't thank me, myself', he thought, 'For i just saved our life.' ''Nope, no hostiles in there. Only some other guys with wich we'll side up against the upcoming army of bad guys, might as well say that you can still go back if you don't want to die here. We're like the captain sinking with his ship here, except that this ain't our ship but a planet we'll be trying to take from each other after a fight with the evil guys who's name i can't remember, and the fact that we are all higher ranked than captains in our respective jobs. So this figure of speech was pretty pointless. Forget i mentionned anything.''
Christopher was severely confused as he face palmed, 'Ok, keep it cool, you just need to get back to your home planet, and rest, yeah, thats what I'll do, rest.' He thought to himself. Zetran pulled Christopher to the side and looked at Jericho, "Give us a moment here." He turned to the companion, "I don't trust him." "I know, I don't trust him either, but if he's the only way of getting back to our planet then we must trust him." "Good grief, ok, so here is the plan," Zetran started, "We help this guy do what ever, as long as it means no killing the innocent and get the hell back home." This was all whispered, so to Jericho it would sound like gibberish, especially in Envoyant language.
''You guys done telling yourselves sweet words? I hate when things get all heart-warming. Especially if you have to hang around. Why do i, as the main character, always have to tag along secondary, uninteresting people? Damn you, DM of the world! At least, give him some free will- that would certainly make him at least talkable!'' Jericho hung his arms toward the skies as he shouted, ''Secondary Characters!''
"The hell are you talking about?" Christopher asked. "Maybe the heats getting to him." Zetran said. "Eh, probably hallucinating." "Hey, will be heading to the village or not?"
"You guys really dont know how to look at life. I mean, you two are like the same: and I ain't hallucinating, my eyes are wide open. We tseutsche are true-seeing humanoids. Well, if my master's understanding of the book was right." Sent from my Nexus 5 using Tapatalk
Zetran sighed, "Can we please just gets move on!?" "We're sitting here talking, we need to get moving." (We can sit here all day and chat while the universe is being destroyed, or we can get to action.)
(We can also wait until any other player of this Rp answers *coughcough* @Crimson *coughcough* I wouldn't want to get stuck again, waiting for something to happen.) "Hey, you'll learn that empires were built by talking and having slaves. So you can't tell me what to do, I won't SUBMISS! I am the higher race here, and I will be the one taking control of this planet once we save it." Sent from my Nexus 5 using Tapatalk
Christopher leaned into Zetrans ear, "This guys a complete nutcase, this planet doesn't look endangered." "Eh, I could care less." Zetran then took a look at his ammunition, full clips. Once the Envoyant discovers the crashed frigate then they would have to occupy this planet for some time before leaving, they would have to establish towns, military bases, etc.
"Now come on! We need to get to the wrecked ship and make it a safe-zone before the bad guys make it. Else, you two won't stand a chance, and it does look like some people out there love you. So you'd better run out there; I'll keep watching out for those meanies. Now, go!" Sent from my Nexus 5 using Tapatalk
They were already moving out, the location of the crashed bird on their helmets mini-map. Surprisingly though, it was a little closer than they thought, only half a mile to go. About several minutes later they were behind a boulder, ready for either an attack or to secure the area, they had left a far distance communications device with Jericho so they could talk when they made it, "We are at the crashed ship, orders?"
Jericho stared at the earphone, which let out a buzzing sound as the voice wasn't loud enough, while not in his ear. "what's that bloody thing? And why is it buzzing?" He added in a whisper, "Maybe it's an electronic fly? Why did they left this and asked me to put it in my ear then...?" He brang the mouth piece to his mouth. "Hello? Is this thing on?" Sent from my Nexus 5 using Tapatalk
Zetran then yelled loud enough for Jericho to hear, "WHAT ARE YOUR NEXT ORDERS!?" "Dude calm down, you'll attract attention." Christopher said. Zetran looked around, "Sorry, but this guys a complete idiot."
Jericho's heart skipped a beat, and he drew his guns. Realizing that it was Zetran's voice, he calmed down a bit, and took the earphone closer to his ear. "Ah! Is that an earphone? You guys have fly technology or what? Anyways. Just get in that wrecked ship and look for other people- they might look a bit alien, and stupid, but they'll have to give you a report of what happened since I left. And I expect them to have made some kind of safe, usable shelter out of the wrecked stuff. Oh, and tell 'em to put all of our stuff together- like our food, our ammo, and medical supplies. We'll be needing them and we really should huh... 'What's the word...?' Share?" Sent from my Nexus 5 using Tapatalk
"Copy that." Zetran said as he turned his side off. "Well, you ready?" "Its like a game of babysitting." "Well, better do it." They walked to the crashed ship, their weapons out and ready to fire. Christopher opened the door revealing some people, "Hey, sorry to intrude, but this Jericho guy said to give a report on what had happened while he was gone, to put your items together, all of it and to share, and e is expecting for to have made some shelter out of this place." Zetran frowned and looked at Christopher, "Nice words there Civvi." "Oh shut up!"
Having listened to the two guys with the earphone, Jericho simply added, "I almost hope they haven't done a thing I asked so I can punch them. Is there any controled fire inside?" Sent from my Nexus 5 using Tapatalk
"Eh, a few torches lit, thats all." Zetran replied. "You know, this is a good way to start a shelter, I mean this place looks like a dump." "Who cares?" They would continue their chat until Jericho would speak again.
Jericho was sitting on a flat stone, boringly looking at the skies and grounds for anything relevant. And god, he found nothing more but an horse. An horse coming towards him. Sent from my Nexus 5 using Tapatalk
