by Heikabuchi » Sat Nov 17, '07, 9:44 am
-= Ryn returned the firey haired womans nod before continueing. =- I'm afraid I've come upon a slightly embaressing situation.. you see, in order to register my veh...vehi.. -= Ryn fumbled over the new word, trying his hardest to form it. Ah, to hell with it. =- My contraption, I need to log my thumbprint. -= In mid-sentance, Ryn lifted his hands and revealed his thumbs. =- Which is impossible, as I have no print. -= Ryns hands returned to his belt as he spoke. =- So, would you mind if I "borrowed" your thumbprint? I'm sure we can sort out the details afterward. Heck, I'll even let you drive the damned thing if you want to. It's not as if I use it all that often anyway. -= Ryn suddenly recalled the various times he had crashed into mountains, fences, and even the occasional villiage. =- Under normal conditions, I wouldn't have even asked someone to help me, but I'm afraid my traveling companion has all but vanished in this dreaded sea of people. -= Turning back to the woman in charge of registrations, Ryn fumbled with the strange thumbprint scanner. =- I'm not quite sure how the device works, but I think you just press your thumb against the black panel... oh, listen to me getting ahead of myself. -= Reclaiming his manners, Ryn stood up straight. It was quite a strange sight, as the Motavian was just barely as tall as the woman in question. =- I am Ryn of Tonoe, clan of Dorin Tenagrau. -= Just as Ryn was ready to ask for the womans name, somthing caught his eye. A palman weilding a large dagger dripping with purple blood, being chased by security drones. The man in question was wearing the outfit issued to prisoners at Baya Malay, if he remembered correctly. The only reason he recognized the uniform is because he himself was held within it's walls. He couldn't remember the reason he was being held or how he was released, but he did remember the low-grade, blue coveralls. The blood slithering down the dagger was clearly Motavian, this much Ryn was certain of. As was customary, Ryn was taught to aid his brethren species. Ryn grabbed the red-headed womans wrist and darted toward the dagger weilding maniac. The man had clearly spilled Motavian blood, so he was now an enemy to Ryn. He glanced back to the woman in tow. =- You have weapons, can you use them?