05-24-2015, 06:31 PM
Tartaros meandered further through the halls, darting his eyes back and forth through the crowd around him... a most interesting lot... xenos, humans, and other unidentifiable beings all grouped in a singular shining chrome lobby... Whoever this Karl Jak is, he must have one hell of a marketing team...
At that very moment, a man, seemingly yet another employee ran up towards the marine, almost smacking headfirst into his chestplate. The man looked up towards the marine, staring through a pair of large glasses, holding a now disheveled pile of papers under his arm. The man finally managed to regain his bearings, and after flipping through the pile of papers, spoke.
"Erm... Mister... Castus? You need to head to the barracks, first door on your left."
"Ah... very well then, thank you."
and with that, the marine trundled off down the corridor, eventually finding his way to a plain and grey crowded elevator. The crowd was an... odd one, filled with what seemed to be the contestants, though there was no sign of Okor, Galel or Carn... perhaps they went up in groups... "No matter"...., Tartaros thought to himself, before making his way into the elevator.Eventually, an employee made their way towards the front of the elevator, “Everyone head toward the elevator after I check you off. Got that?” the official inquired, glaring through a pair of bushy eyebrows. “Any equipment should be deposited in this bin. Swords, wands, guns, melon-ballers, I want all of it.”, before walking back towards the side of the crowd.
Finally the elevator stopped with a rumble, and the group of primes left. Atempting to step out of the crowd, the marine was stopped by another employee, who pointed towards a bin, filled with a dizzying array of weaponry.
"All outside weaponry over there, sir."
"Ah, yes, how could I forget?
With a polite sigh through his respirator, the marine placed his boltgun and chainsword on the top of the bin, before proceeding into the barracks.
The room the marine was assigned to was sparse, though still a far cry better than his living conditions back in the wild, though the size of the small beds could almost certainly be improved. After quickly arranging it to his liking, Tartaros walked towards the common room.
The contestants made their way to rooms, marking them as their own before heading towards the common area and chatting amongst themselves. The marine had some other things on his mind however, finding his allies. After scanning across the breadth of the room and a couple minutes of searching, near the back end of the room, he noticed a repugnant smell coming from back outside the common area... Okor! Tartaros walked back into the corridor, following the odor to a room, peeking in however, the marine noticed the rotting giant lying sprawled on top of a bed, gripping a large green tome.
The Luna Wolf slink out of the room as quietly as possible back into the common room, and sat on one of the chairs, his weight causing it to creak slightly, waiting for one of his comrades to enter the room.
At that very moment, a man, seemingly yet another employee ran up towards the marine, almost smacking headfirst into his chestplate. The man looked up towards the marine, staring through a pair of large glasses, holding a now disheveled pile of papers under his arm. The man finally managed to regain his bearings, and after flipping through the pile of papers, spoke.
"Erm... Mister... Castus? You need to head to the barracks, first door on your left."
"Ah... very well then, thank you."
and with that, the marine trundled off down the corridor, eventually finding his way to a plain and grey crowded elevator. The crowd was an... odd one, filled with what seemed to be the contestants, though there was no sign of Okor, Galel or Carn... perhaps they went up in groups... "No matter"...., Tartaros thought to himself, before making his way into the elevator.Eventually, an employee made their way towards the front of the elevator, “Everyone head toward the elevator after I check you off. Got that?” the official inquired, glaring through a pair of bushy eyebrows. “Any equipment should be deposited in this bin. Swords, wands, guns, melon-ballers, I want all of it.”, before walking back towards the side of the crowd.
Finally the elevator stopped with a rumble, and the group of primes left. Atempting to step out of the crowd, the marine was stopped by another employee, who pointed towards a bin, filled with a dizzying array of weaponry.
"All outside weaponry over there, sir."
"Ah, yes, how could I forget?
With a polite sigh through his respirator, the marine placed his boltgun and chainsword on the top of the bin, before proceeding into the barracks.
The room the marine was assigned to was sparse, though still a far cry better than his living conditions back in the wild, though the size of the small beds could almost certainly be improved. After quickly arranging it to his liking, Tartaros walked towards the common room.
The contestants made their way to rooms, marking them as their own before heading towards the common area and chatting amongst themselves. The marine had some other things on his mind however, finding his allies. After scanning across the breadth of the room and a couple minutes of searching, near the back end of the room, he noticed a repugnant smell coming from back outside the common area... Okor! Tartaros walked back into the corridor, following the odor to a room, peeking in however, the marine noticed the rotting giant lying sprawled on top of a bed, gripping a large green tome.
The Luna Wolf slink out of the room as quietly as possible back into the common room, and sat on one of the chairs, his weight causing it to creak slightly, waiting for one of his comrades to enter the room.