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[ Open Spam : Previously through Day One ]
( Why should I have to wait )
[ Open Spam : May 10-13 ]
( I'll just look the other way )
[ Public : Video : Last Day of Port ]
[The camera is focused on a long-range shot of what will turn out to be an oblivious Chris D'Amico, down on the planet with the Barge visible in the background. It's zoomed in as close as it can, and there's someone breathing from behind it, the sound of footsteps in the sand and rock, and then Slevin's voice from off frame - rough, but calm and clear.]
Wardens, I know none of you aren't very good at taking the hint. But take the hint, take the loss, and go home.
[There's a click, and a quiet whip of air, a telltale zing for those who are unfortunate enough to know what bullets sound like. On the camera, Chris jerks and falls over into a heap, The communicator keeps rolling to push the point home: Slevin got his hands on a sniper rifle, and he's free on the planet.]
This is ours now. You can keep your ship. I don't miss. [This last sneered. Just a fact, not a challenge.]
...sh- [And then the scrambling of movement when the heap of black and red leather that is Chris looks like it begins to move just before the feed cuts out.]
[OOC: Affected Mirror Inmate Slevin along with his tiny murder shadow Mindy will be fucking up any wardens they find on the ground, and he'll be setting up other sniper spots if you want to encounter him. Just let me know what you want and we'll see what we can do!]
( Why should I have to wait )
[ Open Spam : May 10-13 ]
( I'll just look the other way )
[ Public : Video : Last Day of Port ]
[The camera is focused on a long-range shot of what will turn out to be an oblivious Chris D'Amico, down on the planet with the Barge visible in the background. It's zoomed in as close as it can, and there's someone breathing from behind it, the sound of footsteps in the sand and rock, and then Slevin's voice from off frame - rough, but calm and clear.]
Wardens, I know none of you aren't very good at taking the hint. But take the hint, take the loss, and go home.
[There's a click, and a quiet whip of air, a telltale zing for those who are unfortunate enough to know what bullets sound like. On the camera, Chris jerks and falls over into a heap, The communicator keeps rolling to push the point home: Slevin got his hands on a sniper rifle, and he's free on the planet.]
This is ours now. You can keep your ship. I don't miss. [This last sneered. Just a fact, not a challenge.]
...sh- [And then the scrambling of movement when the heap of black and red leather that is Chris looks like it begins to move just before the feed cuts out.]
[OOC: Affected Mirror Inmate Slevin along with his tiny murder shadow Mindy will be fucking up any wardens they find on the ground, and he'll be setting up other sniper spots if you want to encounter him. Just let me know what you want and we'll see what we can do!]
