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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Sept 17, 2005 16:00:09 GMT -5
In lieu of a reply, Cane backhanded Milo across the beak.
"Name."
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Post by Norris on Sept 18, 2005 1:12:51 GMT -5
Milo winced slightly at the pain, and decided to play games with these morons to pass the time.
"Supergirl." Milo answered flatly.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Sept 18, 2005 7:35:46 GMT -5
The next blow hit Milo in the gut. Cane had lots of practice at this method of interrogation.
"Name."
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Post by Norris on Sept 19, 2005 8:46:56 GMT -5
Milo winced slightly at the pain, but gave his name despite his persistence.
"Clancey, Milo Clancey," came the reply. "How can I help you, Captain Clott?"
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Sept 21, 2005 3:32:07 GMT -5
"You supply synothium to the inhabitants of the mountain, is that correct?"
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Post by Norris on Sept 21, 2005 8:56:52 GMT -5
"Say what?" Milo ventured, as he wasn't used to such long words.
"I mine the synothium, I don't supply it! And what the hell is an inhabitant?"
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Sept 21, 2005 17:10:22 GMT -5
Cane sneered, stretched out his arm and closed his massive fist around Milo's neck. Without apparent effort he raised the penguin at arms length as far as the chains would allow.
"Do. You. Give. Synothium. To. Penguin. Warriors. Nod or shake."
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Post by Norris on Sept 22, 2005 11:31:03 GMT -5
Milo felt the air being cut off from his lungs, and choked heavily. He nodded in reply, but then spat Cane in the eye afterward.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Sept 22, 2005 18:12:02 GMT -5
OOC: I'm not going to ask how someone with a beak could spit...
Still holding Milo up, Cane wiped his eye with his free hand.
"You shouldn't have done that, penguin. I'm gunna stop being nice now."
His next blow was aimed at Milo's diaphragm, forcing the remaining air out of his lungs and winding him. Cane then tossed him hard against the bulkhead.
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Post by Norris on Sept 23, 2005 1:21:56 GMT -5
OOC: Well, in a technical way, creatures with beaks are capable of spitting. But rather than force it out in large globules, it it often emitted in small drops whenever a creature is threatened. But if this applies to penguins, I don't know.
Anyway, Milo in a moment is going to refer to an old 50's English superhero, but Milo doesn't know this, it's merely an insult he's just concocted.
IC: Milo groaned as he was slammed against the wall. After sliding down to the floor, he looked up at Cane.
"Well, Lieutenant Lightening, why is my Synothium Mine so important to you?"
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Sept 23, 2005 3:21:00 GMT -5
"Tough little runt, I'll give you that."
Cane took a step back.
"The mine is important because it is synothium weapons that make your rabble a threat to the will of the Toad Empire. Crushing prospectors like you is the first step in our campaign to dominate this world."
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Post by Norris on Sept 23, 2005 8:30:55 GMT -5
"Not a good idea," grunted Milo, a little less threatening. "I'm the only one who knows how to mine out delicate ore. Bring in any of your fancy techno-gizmos an' you'll get blown sky-high!"
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Sept 23, 2005 16:58:35 GMT -5
Cane grinned to himself and shook his head at his captive's foolishness.
"You may be the only one on this primitive backwater would knows how to mine it safely, but do you really think that the Empire has no skilled mining technicians? Or plenty of other places we could get it? We aren't here for your precious ore."
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Post by Norris on Sept 24, 2005 1:22:16 GMT -5
"Then what are you here for?" Milo ventured, now more curious than defensive.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Sept 24, 2005 2:45:04 GMT -5
"Because this is our planet now, and you creatures are in our way."
Cane stepped back into punching range.
"How many warriors guard the mountain's entrance keeps?"
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