OOC: Lol, try soccer. Even with all that crap, nobody gives a shit.
Hangar it is.
In game:
Sutori stole a manifest from one of the princess's guards when he was busy looking at whores.
"Hey you!" a guard down the corridor yelled
"Freeze." he yelled
Sutori put his hands up.
"I'm sorry...I uh...I got lost." Sutori stuttered out
"ID!" the officer said as he came jogging up.
Sutori rocketed forwards and clothes lined the guard with his arm.
There was a loud "oof" as the oaf hit the floor. Sutori took a dagger and threw it into his throat.
"Sorry mate, not your lucky day." Sutori muttered as blood bubbled forth from the neck wound.
Sutori kept limping down the hall, then phased through another bulkhead to his destination. Hangar deck E.
"Stop right ther!" several guards yelled as they raised their weapons.
Sutori evaporated into the air, reappering over two of the guards, he landed on one, pushing him to the floor, sliced open the neck of the other soldier and then grabbed around the first soldier's neck and with a fluid motion snapped it in two.
Gun shots rang throughout the room as Sutori evaporated again, appearing like a vengeful ghost, the guards couldn't touch him. They didn't see him until it was too late.
By the end there were at least a dozen new bodies, Sutori stood gasping, white as a ghost as he tried to catch his breath.
"Fuckers" Sutori said as he peeled away the bandage to reveal that several of the stitches had broken during the carnage.
Blood started to drip from the reopened wounds.
"Can't deal with it now." Sutori muttered as he put some pressure on the pad and re secured it in place.