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Rubilax · 11-04-2013

Yeah, I know that there isn't much in terms of process going on right now, but it's coming.

----Update the Forth----

"What happened to Ferris?" Larry asked. He had one of the coats Wilson had found draped over his broad shoulders like a cape.

"I dunno," Wilson replied, opening up his backpack and pulling out a six pack of cheap beer. He too was wearing one of the jackets, one that had apparently been tailor fitted for someone as tall and slender as he was. "And I don't care. Want a drink?"

"Hell yeah!" Larry smiled. He easily caught the can that his friend tossed him as sat down in one of the three plastic chairs that encircled the central table. The manual, map and plate clattered to the floor with a single swipe of his thick hands.

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"The hell?" Ferris said as he investigated the panel that had just popped out of the wall to reveal a hidden chamber in the bowels of the vessel. He cast his flashlight into the space, and gaped when he saw what it contained. The room was something out a steampunk fantasy, with gleaming brass walls and hard wood floors. A queen sized bed adorned with bronze accents took up a good chunk of the room, leaving just enough room for the rest of the furniture.

It was the exact opposite of what he was expecting to find in a derelict tugboat.

Ferris stepped into this strange room, running his index finger over the wooden desk that just off to the side of the door.

"No dust," he muttered, rubbing his index and thumb together. He quickly flipped through the paper piled on the desk, but found that they were empty. The books weren't of much use either as they were written in what Ferris could only guess was a bastard child of French and Arabic. The inkwell was empty, as was the fountain pen that lay next to it. Directly across from the desk sat the bed, and next to that stood a tall wooden cabinet. There wasn't anything special about it that set it apart from the rest of the objects in the room, and yet Ferris found himself inexplicably drawn towards it.

Just a quick peak, the student told himself as he reached for the brass handle, then I'll go back up.

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Somewhere in the depths of the trawler, a bright light sputtered on, bathing the hull of the ship in a bright, purple glow. Without so much as a sound, the ancient metal began to twist and bend as if it was being molded by some unseen force. Flakes of rust rained down from the machinery as the murky water was slowly drained from the trawler's hull.

Coming Up Next: Ferris spies with his little eyes...

11-04-2013	#6
Rubilax The Demon Of Carnage Join Date: Feb 2013 Location: The Land Of Beavers and Syrup Posts: 48	Re: Under The General's Command (Work in Progress) Yeah, I know that there isn't much in terms of process going on right now, but it's coming. ----Update the Forth---- "What happened to Ferris?" Larry asked. He had one of the coats Wilson had found draped over his broad shoulders like a cape. "I dunno," Wilson replied, opening up his backpack and pulling out a six pack of cheap beer. He too was wearing one of the jackets, one that had apparently been tailor fitted for someone as tall and slender as he was. "And I don't care. Want a drink?" "Hell yeah!" Larry smiled. He easily caught the can that his friend tossed him as sat down in one of the three plastic chairs that encircled the central table. The manual, map and plate clattered to the floor with a single swipe of his thick hands. ----- "The hell?" Ferris said as he investigated the panel that had just popped out of the wall to reveal a hidden chamber in the bowels of the vessel. He cast his flashlight into the space, and gaped when he saw what it contained. The room was something out a steampunk fantasy, with gleaming brass walls and hard wood floors. A queen sized bed adorned with bronze accents took up a good chunk of the room, leaving just enough room for the rest of the furniture. It was the exact opposite of what he was expecting to find in a derelict tugboat. Ferris stepped into this strange room, running his index finger over the wooden desk that just off to the side of the door. "No dust," he muttered, rubbing his index and thumb together. He quickly flipped through the paper piled on the desk, but found that they were empty. The books weren't of much use either as they were written in what Ferris could only guess was a bastard child of French and Arabic. The inkwell was empty, as was the fountain pen that lay next to it. Directly across from the desk sat the bed, and next to that stood a tall wooden cabinet. There wasn't anything special about it that set it apart from the rest of the objects in the room, and yet Ferris found himself inexplicably drawn towards it. Just a quick peak, the student told himself as he reached for the brass handle, then I'll go back up. ----- Somewhere in the depths of the trawler, a bright light sputtered on, bathing the hull of the ship in a bright, purple glow. Without so much as a sound, the ancient metal began to twist and bend as if it was being molded by some unseen force. Flakes of rust rained down from the machinery as the murky water was slowly drained from the trawler's hull. Coming Up Next: Ferris spies with his little eyes...