11-23-2006, 01:49 PM
?It's time, sir.? The bartender sent a shiver down Tapion's spine, was he proposing something? Then he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. So the voice came from behind? Tapion frowned at the geared up soldier behind him, the two stared at each other silently, before realising the irritableness of his misplaced hand.
?Kindly... remove your hand, soldier!?
The recruiter stood still, but took his hand off the drunken warrior's shoulder. The strong stench of alcohol seeped up clear into his nostrils, not only was he a drunk, but he didn't have a clue what was going on. The personal enlister plugged his nose with his two thumbs.
?Let's go, you're now a draft to the United. When you arrive, you will be a soldier. You're captain will assign you to a position, and you will-? Tapion interrupted.
?Wait, this is all too much for me. First, you tell me I'm going to be drank by some group you refer to as United, and now you tell me this coxswain will be tossing me around telling me what position I'm taking! Blimey, you're starting to sound like Captain Flint himself.?
The gentleman had noticed the warrior's flailing and wrist flicking, he sure was agile for a drunk. The two stopped before a bright, glowing beam, similar to the one that brought him here. The chieftain turned, and addressed him with a raised brow.
?I'm not speaking in pirate terms. Drafting means to be enlisted into an army, and you were picked by Commander Shadow to join the United. This is far different then your definition of draft, which means how much one can drink. Also, as an elite, you will be eligible to control your own set of troops, so you won't be at the bottom of the ladder. Step into the tube, and you'll be send to the barracks.?
Tapion mulled over the thought of being pulled around and assigned tasks by people he never knew; such was a pirate's life. Though he had only experience in being a captain, to issue commands was only something he'd learnt to do with his earlier crew, not to be the one following those orders.
?Fine, but those bloody scallywags better let me carry my drink around with me, or Davy Jones will be seeing 'em through the worst of it.?
?Alcoholic beverages are free to use at your disposal, sir. What exactly is in that flask, by the way??
?Grog.?
The bemused officer was left behind, as a sodden Tapion stepped through the blue portal.
?Kindly... remove your hand, soldier!?
The recruiter stood still, but took his hand off the drunken warrior's shoulder. The strong stench of alcohol seeped up clear into his nostrils, not only was he a drunk, but he didn't have a clue what was going on. The personal enlister plugged his nose with his two thumbs.
?Let's go, you're now a draft to the United. When you arrive, you will be a soldier. You're captain will assign you to a position, and you will-? Tapion interrupted.
?Wait, this is all too much for me. First, you tell me I'm going to be drank by some group you refer to as United, and now you tell me this coxswain will be tossing me around telling me what position I'm taking! Blimey, you're starting to sound like Captain Flint himself.?
The gentleman had noticed the warrior's flailing and wrist flicking, he sure was agile for a drunk. The two stopped before a bright, glowing beam, similar to the one that brought him here. The chieftain turned, and addressed him with a raised brow.
?I'm not speaking in pirate terms. Drafting means to be enlisted into an army, and you were picked by Commander Shadow to join the United. This is far different then your definition of draft, which means how much one can drink. Also, as an elite, you will be eligible to control your own set of troops, so you won't be at the bottom of the ladder. Step into the tube, and you'll be send to the barracks.?
Tapion mulled over the thought of being pulled around and assigned tasks by people he never knew; such was a pirate's life. Though he had only experience in being a captain, to issue commands was only something he'd learnt to do with his earlier crew, not to be the one following those orders.
?Fine, but those bloody scallywags better let me carry my drink around with me, or Davy Jones will be seeing 'em through the worst of it.?
?Alcoholic beverages are free to use at your disposal, sir. What exactly is in that flask, by the way??
?Grog.?
The bemused officer was left behind, as a sodden Tapion stepped through the blue portal.