OOC: Not affefcting story, blah, blah, blah,you know the deal.
And Orrell would enter. Stepping out onto the wide field from his ship, Orrell would search out for his opponent. "A meeting destined" it was, he was told by the force sensitive hermit. And so he was here. His eqpment was... extensive. Upon his back, he carried an RPG, and in his side holster, his usual shtogun. He was also equipted with all manner of grenades and explosives. of course, he also had his doubled bladed sword, with surprise. In his khaki shorts, wearing a sombrero, and a bright red t-shirt, he was ready to go. He had his usual wristwatch, and a ne invention of his, a syringe containing nano-bots. These lovely devices would collect in his opponent's heart, attatch themselves to the walls in small groups, and then, at Orrell's command, explode, ripping small holes in the heart. Oh, the wonders of technology these days.
And Orrell would enter. Stepping out onto the wide field from his ship, Orrell would search out for his opponent. "A meeting destined" it was, he was told by the force sensitive hermit. And so he was here. His eqpment was... extensive. Upon his back, he carried an RPG, and in his side holster, his usual shtogun. He was also equipted with all manner of grenades and explosives. of course, he also had his doubled bladed sword, with surprise. In his khaki shorts, wearing a sombrero, and a bright red t-shirt, he was ready to go. He had his usual wristwatch, and a ne invention of his, a syringe containing nano-bots. These lovely devices would collect in his opponent's heart, attatch themselves to the walls in small groups, and then, at Orrell's command, explode, ripping small holes in the heart. Oh, the wonders of technology these days.