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A rather dented and scorched Templar landed on the landing pad next to the variety of other ships. A low humming started to come from the under belly of the Templar, a hull panel flew off and flew through the cockpit window of an adjacent ship, sparks erupted from where the hull panel had been, a few seconds later and a gang plank started to drop from the bottom of the Templar. A member of the security detail who were looking after the ships drew his weapon and slowly advanced towards the gang plank as it dropped, quite quickly, to the ground. A large stocky man, dressed in the Bretonian Armed Forces dress uniform which was covered in blood and scorch marks limped towards the security officer.
The man said "Hullo there, I'm Commander Boris McDonald here for Lady Tarrant's party."
"Uhh...right...umm...right this way, sir"The officer gestured for Boris to follow.
"Hang on just one second, laddy! I've forgotten the present!"
Boris limped back up the gang plank, all the officer could hear was dull thuds and what sounded like cursing, seconds later Boris re-emerged.
"Got it, where to now?"
The officer gestured for Boris to go through a large gateway.
"All righty, thanks!"
Boris proceded towards the gate, as he did so he could hear music, he thought to himself"This is going to be one hell of a time."
Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid. - David Hackworth (1930 - 2005)
