Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-30715799-20170124011748

Torki slowly, deliberately, layed his rifle down on the ground and put his hands up. He gave a look of caution to Tyran, fearing an out burst. The man looked level headed, everything considered. His mind at ease he watched the soldeirs close in on them. With out so much as a word he let them take his plasma pistol, short sword, and the rags from the back of his belt. It briefly crossed his mind to say something smart, but didn't feel like gettin punched.