Post by Artorigus Pendrake on Sept 26, 2015 17:41:14 GMT
Artorigus stepped and leaned back as the man tried to slash him with the knife, and was about to draw his own blade in retaliation before he grimaced as their head was blown apart from the sniper shot that followed, the other two falling to arrows in their backs. When the snipers came over the radio admonishing him, he grunted and radioed back. "Thank you for the assistance. Checking containers for contraband before returning to unit." he called back, turning off his end before he continued speaking. "I had it under control... bloody trigger happy foreigner." he grumbled as he knelt down to investigate the contents of the large sacks. He shook his head as he found exactly what he had been expecting.
Nothing more than their clothes, and a few trinkets. These people had been running, and if the large one had chosen to maybe trust instead of strike... maybe they'd all be alive and out of the hovel. Instead, they were now corpses to add to the ever growing pile. He jotted down what was in them, for the clean up detail to follow. Contents of the sacks are as follows. Clothes of less than standard quality consisting of two shirts, four trousers, undershirts, stockings, , two rusted necklaces. He then inspected the corpses, to ensure that there was no miscarriage, discovering nothing that resembled contraband on their person. "No contraband to report. Requesting clean up crew for three corpses at this location. Returning to unit." he reported back over the radio. They had no stolen goods, no illegal substances... their only crime had been being born the wrong species as far as this foreign sniper and their superior officer was concerned.
"drat them..." he growled, clenching his fist before he made his way back to where his unit was undergoing its operations. The oath was clear. Protect all of Lodan's citizens. That included the Anders... and yet, here they were... under Alistair's orders... in clear violation of that oath. At least in his eyes it was a clear violation. The drat mans xenophobia was going to be damning for them all in the short and long run.
Nothing more than their clothes, and a few trinkets. These people had been running, and if the large one had chosen to maybe trust instead of strike... maybe they'd all be alive and out of the hovel. Instead, they were now corpses to add to the ever growing pile. He jotted down what was in them, for the clean up detail to follow. Contents of the sacks are as follows. Clothes of less than standard quality consisting of two shirts, four trousers, undershirts, stockings, , two rusted necklaces. He then inspected the corpses, to ensure that there was no miscarriage, discovering nothing that resembled contraband on their person. "No contraband to report. Requesting clean up crew for three corpses at this location. Returning to unit." he reported back over the radio. They had no stolen goods, no illegal substances... their only crime had been being born the wrong species as far as this foreign sniper and their superior officer was concerned.
"drat them..." he growled, clenching his fist before he made his way back to where his unit was undergoing its operations. The oath was clear. Protect all of Lodan's citizens. That included the Anders... and yet, here they were... under Alistair's orders... in clear violation of that oath. At least in his eyes it was a clear violation. The drat mans xenophobia was going to be damning for them all in the short and long run.