Leviathan, commander of ship Umbrious, one of zions few remaining ships.
As he stands before the edge of the city, his leathery wings spread slightly as he looks across it, his softly glowing yellow eyes looking over a pair of crimson tinted glasses resting upon his long, silver grey muzzle. He drags his long, soft tongue across his ivory white,
razor sharp fangs as he watches an amusing scene unfold beneath him, a petty thief below him running as fast as he could from a pair of black tigers dressed up in their corny black government issued suits. He slid a hand deep into the pocket of the pitch black, heavy leather trench coat resting upon his shoulders and proceeded to pull out a single firearm, a nickle plated s&w 500 mag. He flipped himself off of the edge of the building, relying heavily on the years of training outside of the matrix to warp it's reality to his own, making the ground soft for his landing as he dropped in front of one of the tigers, gun pressed solidly against it's head and fired.
The tiger vanished faded almost instantly away into the innocent form of a hapless leopard, a gaping hole oozing blood from the wound. The secondary tiger spun around almost instantly, forgetting it's escaping prey to pick up a more valuable one. He spun around on his heels and bolted like mad to the nearest telephone booth, darting in and out of heavy traffic, wondering how long he could keep up this game. He spun around a nearby corner, using a light post to whip him down a seemingly endless alleyway with a dirty old telephone booth sitting within the first 200 yards of him.
The black tiger flung himself against the brick wall of one of the buildings, causing it to buckle under the impact as the wolf, now in quite a frantic state of mind picked up the phone and quickly pounded a series of numbers into the phone, watching the tiger mockingly as he turned around to face it. Within the blink of an eye the tiger crashed into a now empty phone booth, tearing it to shreds with the impact,
but completely missing both it's primary and secondary target. It stood back up, shaking it's head furiously at it's utter failure.
His eyes opened, the dim lighting of his ship a comforting sight from the terrors of the matrix. He leaned himself up after reaching a hand around his head and dissconnecting the long metal jack imbeded in his skull, rubbing his large and powerfull paw over it. He allowed himself a moment to check over his body for any slight injuries his mind might have projected onto him from his stay. His eyes glansed along his powerfull, a well muscled and broad chest, traceing down to his large feet, dangling over the edje of the chair. The last captian had been a much shorter fur than he was, quite easy to tell because when he stood his full height, the low celing of the ship would hover just out of the range of his pointed ears.
He took his time in getting up, letting his wings spread to their full lenght, the very tips of the sharpend claws settled upon them coming around slightly as he leaned his neck into it and scratched slowly behind his neck. After glansing around the room, he folded his wings back, sticking out his chest slightly as to assert a partially authoratitave aura around him. He took his time striding gracefully into the navagation compartment of his ship, giving every wire and tube a crytical eye, looking for damaged or missing parts, knowing full well that one malfunction could be the death of them all.
Satasfied with his inspection he strode on and took a seat next to the navigator.
In a gruff but pleasnt voice he turned to the navigator "How much longer till we dock with Zion?"
As he stands before the edge of the city, his leathery wings spread slightly as he looks across it, his softly glowing yellow eyes looking over a pair of crimson tinted glasses resting upon his long, silver grey muzzle. He drags his long, soft tongue across his ivory white,
razor sharp fangs as he watches an amusing scene unfold beneath him, a petty thief below him running as fast as he could from a pair of black tigers dressed up in their corny black government issued suits. He slid a hand deep into the pocket of the pitch black, heavy leather trench coat resting upon his shoulders and proceeded to pull out a single firearm, a nickle plated s&w 500 mag. He flipped himself off of the edge of the building, relying heavily on the years of training outside of the matrix to warp it's reality to his own, making the ground soft for his landing as he dropped in front of one of the tigers, gun pressed solidly against it's head and fired.
The tiger vanished faded almost instantly away into the innocent form of a hapless leopard, a gaping hole oozing blood from the wound. The secondary tiger spun around almost instantly, forgetting it's escaping prey to pick up a more valuable one. He spun around on his heels and bolted like mad to the nearest telephone booth, darting in and out of heavy traffic, wondering how long he could keep up this game. He spun around a nearby corner, using a light post to whip him down a seemingly endless alleyway with a dirty old telephone booth sitting within the first 200 yards of him.
The black tiger flung himself against the brick wall of one of the buildings, causing it to buckle under the impact as the wolf, now in quite a frantic state of mind picked up the phone and quickly pounded a series of numbers into the phone, watching the tiger mockingly as he turned around to face it. Within the blink of an eye the tiger crashed into a now empty phone booth, tearing it to shreds with the impact,
but completely missing both it's primary and secondary target. It stood back up, shaking it's head furiously at it's utter failure.
His eyes opened, the dim lighting of his ship a comforting sight from the terrors of the matrix. He leaned himself up after reaching a hand around his head and dissconnecting the long metal jack imbeded in his skull, rubbing his large and powerfull paw over it. He allowed himself a moment to check over his body for any slight injuries his mind might have projected onto him from his stay. His eyes glansed along his powerfull, a well muscled and broad chest, traceing down to his large feet, dangling over the edje of the chair. The last captian had been a much shorter fur than he was, quite easy to tell because when he stood his full height, the low celing of the ship would hover just out of the range of his pointed ears.
He took his time in getting up, letting his wings spread to their full lenght, the very tips of the sharpend claws settled upon them coming around slightly as he leaned his neck into it and scratched slowly behind his neck. After glansing around the room, he folded his wings back, sticking out his chest slightly as to assert a partially authoratitave aura around him. He took his time striding gracefully into the navagation compartment of his ship, giving every wire and tube a crytical eye, looking for damaged or missing parts, knowing full well that one malfunction could be the death of them all.
Satasfied with his inspection he strode on and took a seat next to the navigator.
In a gruff but pleasnt voice he turned to the navigator "How much longer till we dock with Zion?"