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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Feb 27, 2013 16:48:44 GMT -8
*The history is currently unknown.*
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Kratto
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Post by Kratto on Apr 24, 2013 15:46:43 GMT -8
The "Pride of Toydor" drops from hyperspace, and Lord General Kratto almost spills his brandy over the bridge console. He tosses the solid silver chalice at the nearest slave, and is sastified to see it bounce off her head. She winces in pain, and goes to collect it. The rest of the crew check quickly before going about their tasks, not wanting to displease the Lord General any further.
"WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR FILLING MY GOBLET! MORE BRANDY THIS INSTANT. AND WHY HAVE WE ARRIVED SO FAR OFF COURSE! ILL HAVE SOMEONE'S HEAD FOR THAT!" He yells not carring that they are actually right where they are supposed to be, or even that he had spilledthe drink himself. He was a General, a Lord High General, pride of all of Toydaria, and therefore the galaxy. His companion Yarko apepars from nowhere.
"My lord, the fleet is late, but your flagship is in position over the homeworld." Kratto looks out to see his butler is indeed correct, and seethes inside. Even his trusted Captains of the fleet cannot be trusted to follow a simple plan to arrive on time.
"Where are they!? Damn those slimebag, those flightless pieces of excrement! I'll have their heads. Deploy the squadrons immediately and get my army to the ground this instant. If those bastard show up, then have their Captain's immediately report to me for punishment. Now where's my gods damned steak and lobster!?" he yells, remembering he ordered a platter of food when the Navigator had told them they'd be dropping from hyperspace soon. His minions bow and scrabble over themselves to see their Lord fed.
It was good to be the Lord General...
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Post by Kratto on Jan 1, 2014 18:59:13 GMT -8
*As the “Pride of Toydaria” prepares her position in orbit the brigades of soldiers onboard seek to do the Lord High Generals bidding. His own personal bodyguards are eaing a healthy meal of nerf steaks and fried bantha meat, alongside sides of avian species from across Hutt Space. The Lord High General had commanded a great feast before every battle, or every return to Toydaria.*
* Meanwhile as the ship currently descends into the great atmosphere Kratto is enjoying probably his fifth or sixth flagon of brandy, and digging into fresh clams and suishi. Yarko sits by him, casually directing the fleet, which is sadly only the “Pride of Toydaria” and her starfighters, into positions. Luckily the Lord High General is too invested in his food to notice.*
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