by PSLoyalist » Sat Mar 15, 2003 7:18 pm
Duranja made his way down the narrow corridor of the ship, leading into the rooms of each mercenary.
As he approached the one, he tripped over a plnat, placed off to the side, and fell headlong into the door, slamming it open.
Duranja slide a few inches on the floor, causing rug-burn on his face, and hit a railing.
He got up rubbing his head and looking over to who occupied the room, it was that hard-ass merc, eating his lunch.
"Oh, jeez, well..." Duranja said getting up and rubbing his rug-burned face, red from rash, " how are you?" Duranja said, hoping to all god that the man wouldn't laugh in his face.