Alright, fine. [Was the definite grumble as the video zipped around the location. A glance of the lake was what the camera caught before the communicator was tossed on the ground, a muddy boot stopping it from bouncing away. His shirt lifted and a hand swiped over the pink mark on his side.] Shock therapy. Well if I didn't have this chip... [A sigh ( Read more... )

[The camera turns on, a blur of the grayish room before it fixes on the bed a rather strange object laying upon it.

A thick withed blade, completely rusted. The hilt was less than the blade, but more tarnished than anything. And the handle itself, down to the bare metal. Its covering, once covered in a brilliant red woven cloth, practically tattered ( Read more... )