Post by EDM Community Theatre on Aug 13, 2021 3:55:44 GMT -5
Twirlie Earl could not help but complain in their nonsensical, never-understood-manner: as beeps, whistles, and whirlie whirls were hissing with steam and chanting incomprehensively. The Auto-Lab did not like this idea, did not like it at all! The mechanical eyes began to even plea with fright and concern for their friend.
Cog was no less vocal but maintained a deep calm, explaining simply, "Look .. we don't care how strong you might be .. -no one- has done what you want to do .. I'm sorry .. this idea is just insane!"
A trident slammed to the floor of the submarine as the tall woman growled out. "Open this torpedo hatch!!!! I vill join the aqua-elves out there!!! I vill not stand by idly during such an elegant vrenzy! Valkur vould have it no other vay!"
The submarine pinged its mon'ar while propelling ahead. Mon'ar meaning: Scanning for Monsters. Deep within the ocean seas was a vessel that glided ahead, crafted by Auto-Labs, as a heroic team was on the very fringe of the enemy line and clandestine. The warrior with the trident presented themselves in gleaming gold armor with angelic feathery motif and with fishy/scaly like fusion, heralding a complex past. Her husband from Kara-Tur was scrambling around the submarine to ready other pieces of battlement despite the sorrow in their eyes.
Cog the Auto-Lab once again spoke in distress over Twirlie Earls constant blaring beeping war horns, "Ooh-lahhhh! The chamber is not designed for a human, and you are OUT numbered and INJURED might I remind! The Community Trident needs to be protected might I remind you...!"
"SILENCE!" Ulla simply bellowed. It felt like the submarine listed from the resonating command. "I am done vith games and done vith vaiting in suspense! Our recon has brought us here...These elves need our assistance tew! Let me remind ju the valor that the Community Trident needs vor its successor! I am no verthy successor vithout the share in battle...Cog!"
Cog growled out as its head spun 360 on the shoulders and a grabby hand jerked and adjusted a lever. The torpedo hatch popped open and Twirlie Earl was in tears at what was to commence before their gleaming sad eyes.
A samurai of the way approached his mistress, standing shorter as hands planted on her shoulders, and he looked up with serenity and understanding. "I will care for our daughter. You do what your spirit strives for, as I have always supported." Ulla kissed her husband richly next as jaws clenched and tears were held back. Without looking to her companions the tall woman entered into the torpedo chamber with Cog jumping up to slam it shut.
"FIRE!"
Cog was no less vocal but maintained a deep calm, explaining simply, "Look .. we don't care how strong you might be .. -no one- has done what you want to do .. I'm sorry .. this idea is just insane!"
A trident slammed to the floor of the submarine as the tall woman growled out. "Open this torpedo hatch!!!! I vill join the aqua-elves out there!!! I vill not stand by idly during such an elegant vrenzy! Valkur vould have it no other vay!"
The submarine pinged its mon'ar while propelling ahead. Mon'ar meaning: Scanning for Monsters. Deep within the ocean seas was a vessel that glided ahead, crafted by Auto-Labs, as a heroic team was on the very fringe of the enemy line and clandestine. The warrior with the trident presented themselves in gleaming gold armor with angelic feathery motif and with fishy/scaly like fusion, heralding a complex past. Her husband from Kara-Tur was scrambling around the submarine to ready other pieces of battlement despite the sorrow in their eyes.
Cog the Auto-Lab once again spoke in distress over Twirlie Earls constant blaring beeping war horns, "Ooh-lahhhh! The chamber is not designed for a human, and you are OUT numbered and INJURED might I remind! The Community Trident needs to be protected might I remind you...!"
"SILENCE!" Ulla simply bellowed. It felt like the submarine listed from the resonating command. "I am done vith games and done vith vaiting in suspense! Our recon has brought us here...These elves need our assistance tew! Let me remind ju the valor that the Community Trident needs vor its successor! I am no verthy successor vithout the share in battle...Cog!"
Cog growled out as its head spun 360 on the shoulders and a grabby hand jerked and adjusted a lever. The torpedo hatch popped open and Twirlie Earl was in tears at what was to commence before their gleaming sad eyes.
A samurai of the way approached his mistress, standing shorter as hands planted on her shoulders, and he looked up with serenity and understanding. "I will care for our daughter. You do what your spirit strives for, as I have always supported." Ulla kissed her husband richly next as jaws clenched and tears were held back. Without looking to her companions the tall woman entered into the torpedo chamber with Cog jumping up to slam it shut.
"FIRE!"