12-14-2015, 08:55 PM
He looked down the barrel of the gun and stared at Aabidah darkly.
"I tried being peaceful...", he says, his voice laced with slight annoyance. He quickly grabs the barrel of the gun and points the muzzle away from him, Aabidah squeezes the trigger in surprise and lets off a few rounds. Connor pulls her toward him and kicks her in the sternum, while still pulling on her gun. The resultant force cause the gun to be ripped out of her hands. He disarms it in a similar manner to his own guns, then tosses the rifle and the magazine in separate directions, keeping the bullet and slipping it into one of the inner pockets of his jacket.
"Nope, you don't know the CEO. The CEO is currently my father Samiale Hound Jr., I am Connor Hound, born 2050 August 13, Saturday, 6:34 pm, my grandfather died of a heart attack in 2058, he was 79, he willed my father to be in charge of the company and of Marethyu.", Connor says to her, his voice thick with sadness, still reminiscing about that time in his life. He lets out a deep sigh,
"I read plans in my grandfather's office about a device similar to this, so I don't know if that was from some treachery of his, and if it was that I am deeply sorry. But this is a good replacement of my HandPad, plus this has some modern parts, like the holoscreen. I hope we can at least be allies, if it will say you, we can always take this apart and study it when we have time. Not now though, I want to make a place for myself here, maybe start something like Lupercal and Marethyu.", Connor says genuinely as he takes a step back.
"I tried being peaceful...", he says, his voice laced with slight annoyance. He quickly grabs the barrel of the gun and points the muzzle away from him, Aabidah squeezes the trigger in surprise and lets off a few rounds. Connor pulls her toward him and kicks her in the sternum, while still pulling on her gun. The resultant force cause the gun to be ripped out of her hands. He disarms it in a similar manner to his own guns, then tosses the rifle and the magazine in separate directions, keeping the bullet and slipping it into one of the inner pockets of his jacket.
"Nope, you don't know the CEO. The CEO is currently my father Samiale Hound Jr., I am Connor Hound, born 2050 August 13, Saturday, 6:34 pm, my grandfather died of a heart attack in 2058, he was 79, he willed my father to be in charge of the company and of Marethyu.", Connor says to her, his voice thick with sadness, still reminiscing about that time in his life. He lets out a deep sigh,
"I read plans in my grandfather's office about a device similar to this, so I don't know if that was from some treachery of his, and if it was that I am deeply sorry. But this is a good replacement of my HandPad, plus this has some modern parts, like the holoscreen. I hope we can at least be allies, if it will say you, we can always take this apart and study it when we have time. Not now though, I want to make a place for myself here, maybe start something like Lupercal and Marethyu.", Connor says genuinely as he takes a step back.