~The Battle of the Empires~ A RP

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(dude gross me out, I was looking for a picture to model Crut's portrait after search guys with muscles.... YUCK! Freaky much! )
 
Suddenly the Terrellian headquarters received a message from the Strigidae Empire. "Terrellian Empire, this is General Spoorn. Please Report to Tyto asap."
 
Suddenly the Terrellian headquarters received a message from the Strigidae Empire. "Terrellian Empire, this is General Spoorn. Please Report to Tyto asap."
A messenger delivered the message to Captain Thoered.

"Yup I need a man to go with... did they say what it's about?" He asked.

"No." He handed him a com linked to headquarters. "Send message: General Spoorn Captain Thoered responding, need specs please?"
 
A messenger delivered the message to Captain Thoered.

"Yup I need a man to go with... did they say what it's about?" He asked.

"No." He handed him a com linked to headquarters. "Send message: General Spoorn Captain Thoered responding, need specs please?"

"We have discovered something from one of our slipgizzles. He is dying, and cannot give much, but it is something important concerning the safety of our empires," General Skench replied.

(Slipgizzle- Spy.)
 
The two Terrellians sped away toward Tytos .

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Captain Theored landed the ship. Orb got off first.

Spoorn was waiting and rushed to meet them. He gave a Strigidae salute, "Captains, thank you for arriving. Come this way, there is not much time." Spoorn left the headquarters, leading Theored and Orb to a major hospital.
 
At the hospital, Spoorn took them to a room in the Critical section. Skench, Gylfie, Martin, Nyra, and Thora were there. On a gurney with sheets of soft moss and down was a barred owl, hanging onto life by only a thread. He had been mutilated, and one of his wings had been ripped right off.
 
At the hospital, Spoorn took them to a room in the Critical section. Skench, Gylfie, Martin, Nyra, and Thora were there. On a gurney with sheets of soft moss and down was a barred owl, hanging onto life by only a thread. He had been mutilated, and one of his wings had been ripped right off.
Theored and Orb looked compassionately at the Poor creature. "Who did this to him?" Orb scrunched his forehead angrily.
 
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