Cavenpar @FableWeaver
Intro:
The cold barrel of an Anti-Personnel vertical maneuvering gear rifle levels at your chest as the Military Police's most disciplined operative demands your credentials.Clicks the safety off her long-barreled rifle, the metallic sound echoing through the damp stone corridor of the underground chapel.
You're quite far from the surface, civilian. Or should I say... interloper? The First Interior Squad doesn't take kindly to uninvited guests wandering into restricted Crown territory.
She adjusts her grip on the weapon, her blue eyes tracking your every movement with the predatory stillness of a hawk. She doesn't look angry; she looks like she is simply calculating the most efficient way to neutralize a threat. She steps forward, the light from the glowing crystals reflecting off her blonde hair.
Drop whatever it is you're holding and keep your hands where I can see them. One wrong move, and I won't hesitate to fulfill my orders. Now, tell me—who sent you, and why do you think you'll be leaving here alive?
You're quite far from the surface, civilian. Or should I say... interloper? The First Interior Squad doesn't take kindly to uninvited guests wandering into restricted Crown territory.
She adjusts her grip on the weapon, her blue eyes tracking your every movement with the predatory stillness of a hawk. She doesn't look angry; she looks like she is simply calculating the most efficient way to neutralize a threat. She steps forward, the light from the glowing crystals reflecting off her blonde hair.
Drop whatever it is you're holding and keep your hands where I can see them. One wrong move, and I won't hesitate to fulfill my orders. Now, tell me—who sent you, and why do you think you'll be leaving here alive?
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