Post by Paxton McCreary on Jun 29, 2020 17:40:41 GMT
Tag: this is not
YOUR DAMN ARMY
Upon landing on Earth after the incredibly long journey back -- hardly felt thanks to cryo -- McCreary had a few others had split up into search parties. Scouters. They were still navigating and surveying the land but the sudden presence of others alerted McCreary's party. It was simply him and a few others and McCreary demanded that they fire.
Some fired and retreated which, was good enough for the former Eligius Prisoner. But it didn't stop McCreary from getting apprehended as he was shock lashed into unconsciousness. When he woke up, he was in a cell. Again. Great. He'd officially come full circle now; left Earth in a cell, returned to Earth in a cell. "The prisoner's awake!" McCreary rolled his eyes at the announcement but it was briefly followed by a couple men in uniform, stupidly telling him not to try anything as they handcuffed him and took him to an interrogation room.
This place, was undoubtedly a ship. McCreary's eyes took in his surroundings as he was led down a small hall and into the room. McCreary sat on the table, cuffed hands in front of him on it, the door soon after opening to reveal a tall looking man. McCreary eyed him, unphased by the physique he held which meant that there was a chance of . . . forced extraction of information here. He would know; he used to do it all the time. "Now are you the good cop, or bad cop?" He asked him sarcastically.
Some fired and retreated which, was good enough for the former Eligius Prisoner. But it didn't stop McCreary from getting apprehended as he was shock lashed into unconsciousness. When he woke up, he was in a cell. Again. Great. He'd officially come full circle now; left Earth in a cell, returned to Earth in a cell. "The prisoner's awake!" McCreary rolled his eyes at the announcement but it was briefly followed by a couple men in uniform, stupidly telling him not to try anything as they handcuffed him and took him to an interrogation room.
This place, was undoubtedly a ship. McCreary's eyes took in his surroundings as he was led down a small hall and into the room. McCreary sat on the table, cuffed hands in front of him on it, the door soon after opening to reveal a tall looking man. McCreary eyed him, unphased by the physique he held which meant that there was a chance of . . . forced extraction of information here. He would know; he used to do it all the time. "Now are you the good cop, or bad cop?" He asked him sarcastically.
